Are all our efforts done in vain?
What will He find when He returns?
For yes, we know, He comes again!
He's central of each one who yearns.
As focus of man's heart's desire
For, evil men, their thoughts most vile...
His children, purified by fire
Made victim by those who revile,
They are pitching in left field, having joined the other team
They're acting the, [New Normal], or so they make it seem,
And if you raise an eyebrow, or even think they're strange,
We're told that we're the problem; our minds should be rearranged,
And fit with their [agenda]. “The trouble with you [straight]
You're hopeless, out of fashion and completely out of date.”
“When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?” [NIV]
We call on You, our God most high
Lord, sense our anguish, hear us cry!
They sling their arrows, all seems dark
While they on evil schemes embark...
[Is Canada our Egypt?]
Sojourners on a pilgrimage! We're far away from home,
We put no store in earthly things, for, written in His Tome,
Our final destination, which His promises foretold,
Those thirsty? Living Water, where the streets are paved with gold.
Our present place is Egypt, where our bondage is severe,
Lulled by a false security some doubt judgement is near;
They find their utmost comfort here, their weary feet found rest
They've lost a faith God's future brings, claim, “Egypt's culture best.”
The Sirens lulled the sailors to their death,
As Jason strove to warn the argonauts...
They heard the Siren song, with bated breath,
Devoid of reason, they'd no second thoughts,
Yet, unbelievable, impossibly, none could resist...
Each molecule, each heartstring singed, afire!
It was as if each fibre had been kissed
And throbbed aflame with unrestrained desire.
Rejoice, take courage, have no fear!Speak boldly for, I AM is near.I Sent Moses to Pharaoh,Who wouldn't let “My people” go,In order that the World should praise,My saving grace... They stood amazed! Injustice be our Egypt here?Yet, may rejoice, I Am is near.Here, we sojourn; A hostile land,Deliverance is near at hand,For, on our pilgrimage we go.Our hope's secure... For this we know.
[Our Common House.] Much food and drink obscures the mind,And dainties, turn the seers blind,Where favours offered held in store?This glutton craves, one morsel more. To lust for more! Such a diseaseNo groaning board exists can please,His stomach's quest, claims urging eats,Whether chops or turnips, shrimps or beets. As items disappear, his eyeIs focussed on that cream clad pieNo single portion will sufficeAs he inhales each single slice. We see him absently consumeAs his expanse fills up the room,Sorrow awaits him, should he miss,One tasteful bite removed from bliss. Small...
Canadians? A peculiar lot...Truth seems, Trudeau's succumbed to pot?It seems that wonders never cease,Sons fought the bloodiest wars for peace. They stood for justice and what's rightAnd overcame the Evil's might,So all might worship without fear,Truth's freedom in our land held dear. This freedom, so that all could live,They were prepared their lives to give,For home and land, God help, to die...Should we reward their baldfaced lie?
O infamy of infamies! Trudeau's embracing flaw!Our government's in rebellion, having spurned God's Holy Law.As life once ordained sacred, becomes subject to man's rules...Laws based on held opinions prove adherents worse than fools. For, who has seen the mind of God? Where were you when He made?A soul filled with compassion, can mere man such re-create?Shall the “Breath of life” He fashioned, not fill man with holy awe?Our birth-miracle presented in His image, man first saw?
I love the flowers, the birds, the bees...In fact, there's no denying,His creatures small, Sweet blossomed trees,None contemplate on dying. Here, verdant greens, soft playful breeze,Nearby, those Bluebirds flying,Reflecting, with my mind at ease...Yet, somewhere... Someone's crying. Is there a flower denoting pain?A balm to ease the sighing?Some bloom to blot out evil's stain?Or hurt when someone's dying?