Category: Poetry

New Words To An Old Tune — Rise Up O Men Of God

Rise up, O men of God!
War now is our chief thing
Be done with trinkets that will pass
And Fight for our great King

Rise up, O men of God!
Your families look to you
For training so they too can fight
For all that’s dear and true

Rise up, O men of God
The Church now needs it’s men
To cast out those who mar Christ’s name
And to lead to Victory’s end

Rise-up, O men of God
Now is no time for peace
The Battle must be joined by all
Our warring must increase

Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and mind and soul and strength
to serve the King of kings.

(Vs. 1-4 BLM; final verse is from the original Hymn)

Thoughts From Ecclesiastes

Man is born seeking meaning in all he goes about
He desires to understand it all, from beginning to the end
He labors to quench uncertainties raised by constant doubt
But apart from God in Christ, it’s just a chasing of the wind

Meaning comes from outside of us, and is never ours to make
Wisdom is a gift of God, given to those who seek his face
“The Wise” are ones who handle all for their Redeemer’s sake
Who understand that creatures must keep the creature’s place

Times

There is a time for love and passion
How long they’ll last none can tell
They may be but a passing fashion
They may wither, they may fail

There is a time for love and laughter
May such times swell and grow
There will be times for sorrow after
Times to weep and times to mourn

There is a time for wrath and fighting
May such times be fleeting days
In such times may we wrongs be righting
And may we fight with the joy of play

Whatever Times we are given
May we own them without dread
Life is short, and then there’s heaven
Let us live, until we’re dead

Let us live, until we’re dead

A New Hymnody For A New R2K Church Age

To the tune of “Onward Christian Soldiers.”

This was sent to me by a anonymous subscriber. I merely punched it up a little.

1.Onward 2k Cowards,
Retreating from the war,
With the Word of Jesus
Under lock and store
Christ the Royal Master
Tells his subjects “no!
fight not in the culture wars
Submit to your Nero… “

REFRAIN:

Onward 2k Cowards
Retreating from the war
With the Word of Jesus
Under lock and store.

2. Like a Frenchie army,
runs the Church of God
Brothers we are fleeing
Where Christendom had trod
We are schizophrenic
Split personalities
Contradictions in each realm
Norms without clarity

(REFRAIN)

3. Crowns and thrones may perish
Kingdoms rise and wane
But the church of Jesus
All “Contending” it disdains
Gates of hell need now know
‘Christ’s army never prevails
We read Christ’s own promise as
“Don’t try and you won’t fail”

(REFRAIN)

4. Inward turn ye people
Join our schizoid throng
Blend with ours your voices
In our effete song
Live a life that’s common
In the public spheres
Make no waves you pilgrim folk
Just spend your time in tears

(REFRAIN)

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Compare the R2K hymn above to a song in our Psalters that is also sung to the same tune

1 Christ shall have dominion
Over land and sea,
Earth’s remotest regions
Shall His empire be;
They that wilds inhabit
Shall their worship bring;
Kings shall render tribute,
Nations serve our King.

Refrain:

Christ shall have dominion
Over land and sea,
Earth’s remotest regions
Shall His empire be.

2 When the needy seek Him,
He will mercy show;
Yea, the weak and helpless
Shall His pity know.
He will surely save them
From oppression’s might,
For their lives are precious
In His holy sight.

[Refrain]

3 Ever and forever
Shall His name endure;
Long as suns continue
It shall stand secure;
And in him forever
All men shall be blest,
And all nations hail Him
King of kings confessed.

[Refrain]

4 Unto God Almighty
Joyful Zion sings;
He alone is glorious,
Doing wondrous things.
Evermore, ye people,
Bless His glorious name,
His eternal glory
Through the earth proclaim.

[Refrain]

Flander’s Field Re-told By An Anti-Statist

In Legends told the stories grow
Of noble causes marked by poppy rows
These give us status; and with each lie
The policy for which men laid down to die
Disappears amidst the hallow glow
Of Bard tales spun to gloriously show
The rightness of wars fought long ago
So that Memorial doth the truth belie
In Legends told

So, I take up the quarrel with the foe
Who would sanctify unholy rows
By conflating brave men who die
With wicked policies from on high
For such support of those who’ve lied
Only insures that more sons will die
And become part of Legends told