God Has the Final Say

It will take more than a President
Or a presidential change
To sort out a country
That is terribly deranged.

America is distraught
For a lack of knowledge
And suffering in the pangs
Of religious sacrilege.

It will take far more
Than getting rid of Donald Trump,
Compared to America’s Mount Stinkeroo
He was a mere hump.

 

Trump did not have the answers
And neither does Biden,
Moral and spiritual decay
Is at the heart of its problem.

 

One Nation under God?
That is farcical and hypocritical!
In God we trust
Was another time and another people.

A humongous religious movement
But such will not help
And in the fires of these times
Religion will only melt.

A departure from the God of the Bible
Is the principal cause,
The devil, like a great albatross
Holds America in his claws.

A departure from God’s building block
Which is the nuclear family
Is the recipe for national disaster
And spiritual disunity.

It’s a bedding down
With the adversary of the human soul
And no amount of political rhetoric
Will make America whole.

 

Settling for less
Than the biblical blueprint
Is worse than a sovereign country
Now basically paying rent.

I make no apologies
If this sounds like a funeral dirge
But what is coming to America
Is worse than any COVID SURGE!

Return America
From the morass you have become,
Turn away from your sodomy
And seek out God’s Son.

His blood is still efficacious
And potent to save
And to pluck you out of the claws
Of the devil, your knave.

 

One nation under God
Is the best place to be
But it will take more than an emblem
To attain to that possibility.

Righteousness exalts a nation
But sin is a reproach
And I dare say, America,
On the forbidden, you have encroached.

Turn from your sodomy
And your transgender ways,
There is hope for the penitent
It matters not how far he has strayed.

Transformation not transgender
Changes a life from within
And it is still an established fact
That Jesus saves from sin.

Here is a word for every country
Whether big or small,
No nation can succeed
Outside of God’s divine call.

Call all this garbage
Or gibberish if you may,
But I tell you that in all matters
God has the final say.

Stewart Russell (c) January 2021

Our Ship of State

Fifty years of Independence

A half-century at our craft

Now regarded as a ship of state

Having started out as a raft.

Through waters of variance

And sailing many a strait

Along the channels of resistance

We have had to navigate.

It has not been easy

Though sometimes it was light

But amidst the ups and downs

We focused on the light.

Targets not always clear

At times appeared nebulous

But with much determination

We placed in God our trust.

We often sing of His guidance

Whenever our anthem we raise

For without him by our side

We‘d never traverse life’s maze.

Much has been our growth

Sometimes stunted and slowed

But so far in our existence

We have survived every blow.

There’s still a long way to go

The future appears depressing

But with faith in God above

We can continue progressing.

For it’s not what we possess

That ultimately sees us through

It’s God in whom we trust

That turns grey skies to blue.

So as we reflect on the past fifty

And raise our glasses in toasting

Let us remember the God who led

And avoid the careless boasting.

 

Let us continue to trust Him

As we navigate the troubled seas

With head and heart and hand

With our aim always God to please.

For in God’s hand our ship is safe

And to safe harbor He will bring,

Whatever the tempest or the storm

Over all creation He is King.

So reflect, yes, that’s a must

And project without needless fuss

But in it all and through it all

Remember that it’s in God we trust.

Stewart Russell © 2016