The Second Coming Of Jenny Geddes Stool

Comes now a story as told from 21st century lore
When the Church was living in captivity as Babylon the Whore
Escondido had sworn that R2K would become the new Reformed jewel
They never dreamed they’d be undone by Jenny Gedde’s stool

The Ph.D’s and their sycophants, with printing presses hot
Expected all to genuflect over the theology they had wrought
Meredith Kline had sworn that Westminster 19 would never be the rule
But he passed before he could be introduced to Jenny Gedde’s stool

Kline’s disciples filled his shoes with Academic gravity and pomp
Resolved to cover the Reformed globe with their Republication swamp
VanDrunen, Hart, Horton, Clark, and others among those counted “cool”
Never expected they’d feel the wood of the metaphoric Gedde’s stool

They pushed their books insisting that Recovered Confessions meant
That all the Reformed World must offer up its assent
They introduced saints gone by, claiming all taught the hyphenated dual
But their plans began to crumble when met by Jenny Gedde’s stool

First Machen was trotted out by Hart as crypto Radical 2K
And that floated among the dupes until Machen’s words were displayed
And all the time they gnashed their teeth at the stubborn mules
Who had the temerity to resist R2K with Jenny Gedde’s stool

Then Natural Law was spun by the Magic of Van Drunen’s pen
The common realm was ruled by it, without Scripture’s intoned “Amen”
In the hearts of the saints the blood upwelled with bitter anguish full;
And to their blogs they took as one, casting Jenny Gedde’s stool

Next came covenant republication in this Reformed poison brew
Here the fingerprints of Horton were found creating this ballyhoo
To defend the truth rose warriors to expose this Escondido tool
And the weapon of their choice was Jenny Gedde’s metaphoric stool

Came forth then the sputtering of men not used to being told they’re wrong
Reinforcements did arrive but  Gordon and Trueman could not prolong
The inevitable demise of these schoolman’s Reformed Theology re-tool
It was brought to an end by the flying wood of Jenny Gedde’s metaphoric stool

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With Apologies To James Russel Lowell

Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne,
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
and, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow,
keeping watch above his own.

Yet upon that lonely scaffold
Is God’s imprimatur
So that the “villain” is the Prince
And the Prince — provocateur
And so History is written
so that God’s victory is secure

Now Is The Appointed Time Of Salvation

The Serpent’s words flowing over lips
That are painted with Cultural Marxist drips
speak the common lie
that to live is to die

To keep the lies, tight and clean
The Marxist employs the old routine
of blowing smoke and ready bribes
to destroy the Christian tribes

To keep them dumb, they suck out the brains
via school and Hollywood stains
they come with news to “save”
by making us all slaves

The media whispers in our ears
“pleasure and sex will replace Jesus fears
if you’ll only listen to me
We’ll set your libido free”

The ministers warble a carefree song
“Be at peace there’s nothing wrong”
Smoothing out the bumps
for the rank and file chumps

Then raises the voice of R2K
“This isn’t our fight anyway”
And the faith lies there inert
While the male girls lift their skirts

At a distance stands a baphomet
Who chuckles with no regret
eyes sparkling with joy
at a culture now his toy

he thinks, “circus and bread is all it took
the lust of flesh, and lust of look
And now I hold all sway
And their passion is now my play”

But there’s a voice on the air
In Marxist Vanity Fair
“The King is ending the Frankfort play
Kiss the Son or perish in the way
There’s time yet to escape”

No clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely king
Surrender is the only thing
He looks for you to sing

Now is the appointed time to plea
Now the bound can be set free
Of the sneaking snake coiled about their feet
Plying with deceit

The lies of Marx, lie like mist
they warp, spoil, and finally twist
But the Sovereign God is a Hurricane
Who blows away Marxist chains

The Lord Christ

The Lord Christ

The Word spoken at Creation
The Captain of His people’s Salvation
The Promised blessings unto the Nations
Our Elder Brother

The Body and Blood as Bread and Wine
Very Man and very Divine
Of Mary’s Seed and David’s line
The Lamb of God

He who would crush the Serpent’s Head
He who would bring life from the Dead
The Warrior who would go on Ahead
The Great High Priest

Giver of Meaning and Quencher of Thirst
New Wine means old wine-skins Burst
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
Our Propitiation and Mercy Seat

A Warrior who demands surrender of all
Adam’s successor, reverse of the fall
Those who come, are those who He calls
The Great High King

We walk now in terms of His Victory
No surrender for those with eyes now to see
His Knowledge shall cover from sea unto sea
His Present Kingdom shall come