8-4-15 Gone

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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It’s not that saints are hiding and withdrawn,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

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7-7-15 Thirst

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A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah:

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee:

my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee

in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is

Psalm 63:1 KJV

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If you would seek the presence of the Lord,

You must be thirsty like a desert man,

Bereft and wandering, an empty gourd,

A single minded need without a plan.

When you awake, have God be your first thought,

So hungry He consumes you heart and soul

Until your neck is thin, your stomach taut,

Your tongue so thick with thirst and black as coal.

You cannot find the Lord while on your duff;

You must engage the world, but be aware:

When He is all you need, then sure enough,

You’ll find Him all around; He’s everywhere.

The intellect itself cannot find God;

You search with your whole life without facade.

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sonnet #408

How Long?

Lord, there’s trouble all about,

wars are raging, floods and drought;

Satan’s mark is everywhere,

people sinning, they don’t care.

Your lambs are slaughtered every day,

Please come back, Jesus, this I pray.

How long, O Lord, how long?

Now wrong is right and right is wrong.

How long, O Lord, how long

until we shout the rapture song?

Evil seems to rule the land,

our darkest hour is now at hand;

Your saints are fighting night and day,

we never ceases to fast and pray.

God’s plan is perfect, pure and right;

we call Your name with all our might!

How long, O Lord, how long?

Now wrong is right and right is wrong.

How long, O Lord, how long

until we shout the rapture song?