Hijacking Jesus and Using God for Your Agenda

I've got a wonderful idea Let's hijack blessed Jesus You know the Lord is cool Everybody loves Jesus We learned about Him In our Sunday school You know the golden rule Don't act up or play the fool Some folks call Christmas By a Jewish name Yule Most Christians prefer baptism In an ocean or beautiful pool This sprinkling thing is lame Not even Scriptural you know Seems like a bit of a vain show Traditional, stuffy, and boring But it makes the parents With babies feel good As religious practices should Therefore how about we add Some religion to our politics Get everybody all hyped up Into an emotional frenzy Declare our opponent the enemy Satan even and the antichrist Set on course to take us to hell Put fear in the hearts of citizens Such a strategy will serve us well Fear is a great torment you see Therefore it will work magically To get people to pull away From the opposing view If we take fear and spew Mix some Satan and hell In the way we look and review Our opponents political policies Twist with subtlety, use ambiguities Police the airwaves cleverly Mold the frail minds of many With Karl Rove style propaganda Quick sound bites send a message Disparage and mar their visage Yeah, like Christ on the cross Let's use God for our agenda Proclaim ourselves right Religious, moral, and holy Demonize our opponents Tirelessly and wholeheartedly We can self-righteously call it The grand old Republican party.

Lest We Forget - Ode To Keeping Faith

The term "LEST WE FORGET" is synonymous with ANZAC and general war tradition. How incredible it is to think the powerful images of the losses of war still send tremors of respect through the minds of those left behind for those who were felled -- for the fallen. Lest we forget those who gave their lives in supreme acts of courage; lest we also forget, our very human nature to take for granted the divine providence of material and spiritual blessing that these men (and many women also) fought to protect. Humanity has a very patchy history regarding its innate propensity to utterly forget God and make up its own imperialist ideas, running the show itself.

I Hate You! She Said To Me

"I hate you! " she said harshly to me I said, "Uh, huh" and just let it be Choosing to remain inwardly happy This I was before she married me And this I shall be no matter what This damsel in distress says to me Besides one cannot hate unless There is already love deep within Therefore even in hatred I do win. Earlier I asked for hugs and kisses To which she said, "I don't think so" "Praise the Lord" I said going with the flow "Praise the Lord, what's that about" she replied I rejoiced inwardly because to my ego I died Not really caring what my beloved wife said Well, not responding hastily emotionally Choosing not to be overwhelmed overtly I remained calm and peaceful within me As I did it seemed a transformation Swept over my wife bitter and grumpy Suddenly there was peace and a smile Yet I did not react or alter my mood Remaining cool we watched a movie And with me she began to interact Laugh, converse, and enjoy my company An amazing matter of fact to be exact Soon the nastiness was washed away Swept clean by the Spirit of God in me As I choose to walk by faith not be sight To call those things that were not alright To create something out of nothing By not hastily negatively responding Holding my tongue, ruling my spirit Not electrifying the atmosphere Not entangling myself in a battle I didn't pick up the phone and tattle Remaining calm, feeling no need to tell I simply happily kept my composure No need to intensify the momen's exposure And hence all went fantastically beautifully well So regardless if another person around you Wants to talk trash and release vile from hell Be a reflection of peace and bring divine release.

Walk by Faith Not by Sight - Has God Said? Overcoming Doubt to Live Your Dreams

Has God said? Some will say Allowing their doubt To get in the way To them I exhort Don't get hung up On the matter of how That's right I said Don't get hung up on how Take God at His Word Let circumstances bow! Believe God's Word And let it above all else Be hearkened to and heard Undoubtedly God is sure Tested over time and pure Desirous to bless humanity Uplift us above what we see Take us into our dreams fully Exceedingly and abundantly Above and beyond all we think Surpassing what we in prayer ask Silencing skeptic friends and relatives Critical acquaintances and nuisances Sometimes causing commotion Among unbelieving believers Lying accusers and opponents They who fight the word of faith By which we live in God's grace As we press on to behold His face Looking beyond the forms of this world Persevering past the problems of the day Not letting difficulties get in our way Neither allowing challenges to bury us On the contrary, allowing them to propel us Move us forward into the loving arms of God Into the personal promised land we have That inheritance which God has foretold We move toward it with faith being bold Anything less causes us to pitifully perish Let us arise with fiery hearts and not grow old Until we lay hold fully of what God has foretold Apprehending promises and His divine Presence Christ our portion providing for us His abundance And when our life is spent we shall have no regrets.

An Invitation To My Wedding

This poem shows the exuberance of a newly-born creation in Christ. What bride is not ecstatic on her wedding day? It refers to the Parable of The Ten Virgins Jesus taught in Matthew 25. Are you ready for The Groom? No one knows the day or the hour, but He's coming! You're invited to my wedding, I'm going to be a bride! God made this match in heaven When He laid my sins aside. The Groom I'll have is perfect: He led a sinless life. Then gave Himself to save my soul So I could be His wife. The wedding feast will be quite grand! I hope that you'll be there. He gave His life for your soul, too.

I Refuse To Be Discouraged!

I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry; I refuse to be downhearted, And here's the reason why. .. I have a God who's mighty, Who's sovereign and supreme; I have a God who loves me, And I am on His team. He is all wise and powerful, Jesus is His name; Though everything is changeable, My God remains the same. My God knows all that's happening, From beginning to the end. His presence is my comfort, He is my dearest friend. When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low, I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go. When circumstances threaten To rob me from my peace, He draws me close unto His breast, Where all my strivings cease.

Candidates, Does The Rain Have a Father?

There they go again, speaking godlike pronouncements to us, making promises they have no power to keep: meaningless rhetoric. I envision You, Lord, speaking to them as You did to him: Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? Where were you when I said to the sea, "This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt"? Have you comprehended the vast expanses of the earth?

Such Knowledge Is Too Wonderful For Me!

O LORD, you have examined my heart and You know everything about me! You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought before I do! You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every single moment You know where I am. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD! You both precede me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge it too wonderful for me! I cannot totally grasp it. If I go up to heaven, You are there! If I go down to the place of the dead, You are there! If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there Your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me!

I See The Boys Of Donkeyland 1960s

I see the boys of Cayuga Street, it is summer (it is in the early sixties) They are sitting on the steps of the neighborhood- grocery store (in the evening it will be the church steps). There is the heat of the summer winds They are talking about the neighborhood girls, chewing on green apples from Old Man Brandt's backyard. These boys of the neighborhood, called Donkeyland by the police, are curds in their recklessness? Sweet and sour, like honey on fire; The jacks of folly, with fingers like bees Here in the summer's sun, they sneak under bridges, catch pigeons, scale the beams no doubt, even in the dark they feed their nerves.

Mrs O Day s Dinning Room A Poem On Mental Disturbances Days of Tears Tarnish

Mrs. O'Day's Dinning Room She's no beginner In her elaborate sequels To do herself harm Suicide or spite She could fool the best With her hidden sickness (passive dependence, Manic edge, borderline Schizophrenic -eyes cocked) Now bobbing back and forth In an armchair (full of medicine) Locking the doors behind her In fear of shadows and the weird. When she's all there She's always the new woman; She used to be, pretty As pretty can be, Now fat and aging Carefully she hammered Herself out like that... Slowly, slowly, so men would Avoid her, leave her be; She knew she was breakable Too brittle to live among the Malice and mad, the crooks And the deceivers, I say- Too brittle, as old ceramic.