8-4-15 Gone

¹ To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth;

for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: 

with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

Psalm 12:1-2 KJV

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The days of righteous men are all but gone,

For evil spreads the earth just like a plague.

It’s not that saints are hiding and withdrawn,

There’s just so few they seem both hushed and vague.

The faithful few are buried by the mob:

The carnel, unregenerate and vile,

Who smile at you in passing at your job,

Then stab you in the back with that same smile.

These are the days the wicked strut about;

They’re killing unborn babies just to sell.

They stand upon a rainbow box and shout,

And roam the streets like racist mobs from hell.

O Help us, Lord! The faithful fall away!

There’s very little hope for us today!

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sonnet #426

5-9-15 On Religion

Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this,

To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, 

and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

James 1:27 KJV

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It’s vogue to say you’re not religious, yet

You don’t know what a true religion is.

Religion spells belief you don’t regret,

And turns it into action, not show biz.

A child without his parents needs your time

To sail him round the rocky cliffs of life.

Assist the lonely widow past her prime

Who cannot help herself through pain and strife.

Religion helps you set yourself apart

From all the rampant evil running wild.

To be unspotted from the world, you start

By acting just like Jesus, undefiled.

Believe all that you want, you won’t get far.

Religion is the strings on the guitar.

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sonnet #355