Blame God from whom all cyclones blow,
Blame him, all creatures here below,
Blame Him, who knocks down church and steeple,
Who sends the floods and drowns the people.
Anonymous
I ponder on this writer’s worldview
But not for long
For whatever his origins’ position
This view is wrong.
Instead
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above the heavenly hosts,
Praise Father, Son ad Holy Ghost.
He could be a creationist
Or an evolutionist,
Be it one or the other
There is much he has missed.
He may have been joking
Like some of us do,
But somethings you don’t joke about
Is my considered view.
People mocked the donkey
From time immemorial
As a result, the following was written
It’s rather satirical.
A Parody of the Donkey
When fishes walk and forest flew
And figs grew upon thorns,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely, I was born.
G. K. Chesterton
Just one verse I have written
To define what’s a parody,
It speaks of a time that never was
As the origin of the donkey.
Treated with utter contempt
In this some find their humour,
And though the matter be serious
For some it evokes laughter.
The frogs were having a swim
One day in a village pool
Along came some village boys
And each became a fool.
They began to stone the frogs
And one by one they died,
But a wise old frog opened up his mouth
And the boys’ actions he decried.
“What’s fun for you boys Is death to us,”
That wise old frog remarked,
A valued lesson for those young boys
And a very good place to start.
Some blame God for all that’s wrong
But for the good man gets the praise,
Hence, this parody of the doxology
No need to repeat what it says.
I must confess I would be afraid
To refer to God in such a way,
God in evil does not participate
Never in the past or even today.
So that parody we will strike out
And go with what we know:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below.
Stewart Russell © September 23, 2021
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