Category: Poetry

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

Christians Opposing Christian Nationalism — A Poem

The “Christians” chanting,
“Anti- Christian Nationalism,
Lord to thee we bow
Savior of our destiny
Thy name be hallowed now”

But heed ye not their ravings
To thy King now be true!
For Anti- Christian Nationalism
Is the “Kingdom of the Jew.”

Keep your Nationality
His and mine and thine
Be not driven headlong
Like Gadarenia swine.

Know ye well, the enemy
of Christendom of yore
Anti Christian Nationalism
Is that great Babylonian whore

The Stranger Within Our Gates …. Kipling Updated

The Strangers within our gates
Strangers, they must remain
Lest God’s people become the aliens
And their inheritance wear iron chains
Lest alien gods become ascendant
And their children become our bane

The Strangers within our gates
Are now more than we can contain
As seen in the unrest witnessed
In the New Orleans’ hurt and slain
As seen in the growing replacement
That would end the the current reign

The Strangers within our gates
Propositions he may maintain
But absent from his chest and roots
Is the patria he cannot retain
His blood is cold to our ways
He’s sings the songs with his refrains

The Strangers within our gates
Is not uniquely the current bane
The traitor and the treasonous
Are voices that yet remain
Are voices that loudly support
The idea that were all the same