Category: Poetry

The Devil Went Down To Moscow — With Apologies To Charlie Daniels

The Devil went down to Moscow
He was lookin’ for a soul to steal
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal
When he came across this old man
Writin’ a piece and workin’ it hot
And the Devil jumped upon a Palouse stump

And said, “Doug, let me tell you what”

“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a blog writer, too
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you
Now you write pretty good, old boy, but give the Devil his due
I’ll bet a book of gold against your soul

‘Cause I think I’m better than you”

The codger said, “My name’s Dougie, and it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet, and you’re gonna regret

‘Cause I am the best that’s ever has been

Dougie, get your pencils out and and scribble fast and hard
‘Cause Hell’s broke loose in Moscow and the Devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny book made of gold

But if you lose, the devil gets your soul

The Devil cracked his knuckles, and he said, “I’ll start this show”
The fire flew from his fingertips as the words began to flow
And he swept his fingers across the keys, and they made an evil hiss
And by the time the piece was done, it read something like this

But when the Devil finished, Dougie said, “You know you’re pretty good old son
But you just look over my shoulder right now, And I’ll show you how my bloggin’s done”

Fire on the Palouse, run, boys, run
The Devil’s in the house of the Pale Ale Son
Chickens in the Cross-Politic, making lots of dough
Dougie, is your dog Jew? No, child, no

Well, that old  Devil bowed his head cuz he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden book down on the ground at Dougie’s feet
Dougie said, “Devil, come on back if you ever want to try again
I done told you once, you son of a gun, I’m the best there’s ever been

Doug wrote, “Fire in the Palouse, run, boys run
Devil’s in the house of the Pale Ale Son
Chickens in the Cross-Politic, making lots of dough”
Dougie is your dog Jew? No, child no

Add A Verse To “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus” To Focus On Jesus Priestly Office

Maybe we need to add a verse to our Christmas Hymn “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus” in order to emphasize that the need for a coming Messiah was not only to be the needed King to conquer the strong man and to deliver us from the Kingdom of Darkness to the Kingdom of God’s dear Son, whom He loves, but we also needed a Great High Priest to represent us before the thrice Holy God.

We now sing;

Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King,
born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.

Perhaps we could add;

Born thy people to atone for
born a babe to serve as priest
born to serve as mediator
In thy death is our release
Be our access to the throne
by thy death be thou our peace
let thy prayers now be our own
Thou art God, and King and Priest

Advent week #1 2025

In His incarnation we confess
The second person comes in faithfulness
Adding human nature to divine
To bear God’s justice as long designed

Rejoice, Rejoice, raise glory, praise and laud
The Son comes for thee, O Israel of God

One person in two natures is our creed
The divine sustains the human as he bleeds
The God-Man by His nature Divine
Bears in His human nature wrath assigned

Rejoice, Rejoice, raise glory, praise and laud
The Son comes for thee, O Israel of God

In fullness of God’s time the Son comes near
Fulfilling what the prophets spoke so clear
That one would come to repair Adam’s fall
To Redeem creation that groans for His call

Rejoice, Rejoice, raise glory, praise and laud
The Son comes for thee, O Israel of God

A King, yet cloaked in a servant’s guise
Binds the strongman to steal his prize
Defeats the Serpent in the desert place
And is anointed God’s champion of grace

Rejoice, Rejoice, raise glory, praise and laud
The Son comes for thee, O Israel of God

Our Prophet, Priest and King He now reigns
Loosening us from sin and guilt chains
Interceding for us still as the God-Man
Let all creation rejoice in God’s sovereign plan

Rejoice, Rejoice, raise glory, praise and laud
The Son comes for thee, O Israel of God

With Apologies to James Stuart Blackie

Twas the thirty-first of August, in the twenty twenty-five,
On the Sabbath morn from the Grace Mosaic PCA Dive
Rev. Joel Littlepage let it be known that he’d play Rome’s fool
Sadly the spirit of Jenny Geddes was nowhere with a stool

Irwyn Ince, with Elders and Shepherdesses cheering approval
Never thought of Rev. Littlepage’s rebuke or removal
Never thought of any Presbyterian or Christian rule
Neither was there one Jenny Geddes Shepherdess with a stool

Rev. Littlepage mounted the Pulpit with solemn clergy tone
In twenty-three minutes he explained how he had grown
“Seeking the Lord’s face”, he said, “has me moving old school”
And nobody greeted his Romish words with Jenny Geddes stool

Rev. Littlepage spoke about his ministry as “assigned vocation”
For the time he spent during his Presbyterian long duration
No laughter was heard, nor was there sounds of deserved ridicules
And no denunciations of Geddes were heard nor her flying stools

Then pops up the head of the PCA, MNA, Irwyn Ince to speak
With praise upon his lips for the Joel Littlepage Papist geek
The effusiveness of Ince’s praise caused the MNA chief to drool
And still there was no shuffling sound that promised hurling stools

But the story is still not yet told, the affront not yet fully explained
The honor of our Lord Christ had not yet reached total stain
This papist Littlepage now serves the Lord’s table as a Romish tool
And still there is no multiplicity of hurled Jenny Geddes stools

Now we come to the laying on of hands upon family Littlepage
“Dear God we pray you will bless the future of this alienage
And bless wife Melissa as she works for a sodomite Democrat fool”
Somewhere Jenny was weeping over the absence of just one stool

And thus no mighty deed was done by a modern Jenny fan
No removal of foppish Popery from the Washington DC PCA land
But the time is coming and now is when Romish ghouls
Will once again be greeted with Jenny Geddes famous stools

Christ’s Death And Ours

God came near in flesh and blood
Which to Adam was a snare
And in that now incarnate state
Adam’s fall, is now repaired

And with this divine remedy
The Redeemer does provide
A death for us as substitute
For in His death we died

In Union now with Christ our head
His Resurrection secures
The healing of Adam’s wound
And warriors who endure