Like Seriously?

 

 

How could the devil

Be more popular than God?

You mean to tell me more people

Believe in King Fraud?

 

And we are intelligent

Yet snub intelligent design?

Goodness gracious! Get a brain

And do so in quick time!

 

Deny the stark truth

And a lie you will believe;

Like when one believes in God

That one is naive.

 

I’d rather be simplistic

In my fundamental thinking

Than to be viewed as scholastic

In fallacious reasoning.

 

Too many erudite souls

Are seeing refracted light

And appear blissfully unaware

Of their pending plight.

 

 

 

They are not blind

As in one that cannot see

But they have chosen to be blind

To avoid accountability.

 

For to believe in God

Is to be accountable to Him

But no God and no accountability

Is folly to the brim.

 

A man has got to do

What a man has got to do,

I am very aware of this saying

And no doubt you are too.

 

 

 

But today people do

Whatever satisfy their crave

And this is especially indicative

How the godless behave.

 

But God has His chosen

And they will come to Him,

These are the saints of all time

That repented of their sin.

 

Saved by God’s grace

And walking in the God’s light,

Washed in the blood of Jesus

And doing what is right.

 

 

 

That number God knows

Never mind how it looks

For the names of all His saints

Are written in Life’s Book.

 

We must make our calling

And our election sure

Then leave the rest to the Saviour

Who will take us o’er.

 

And do remember this,

It’s not a popularity contest;

The Lord knows those who are His

And it’s in Him they rest.

 

 

 

In the final analysis

Millions more will be saved

For Father God will be vindicated

For the precious Son He gave.

 

Stewart Russell © July 5, 2024

 

Trouble a Brewing

 

 

“Trouble don’t set up like rain”

But sometimes it does

And you don’t have to listen hard

To hear the growing buzz.

 

The buzz in the community

And in the market square,

The buzz right here and beyond

Says it’s drawing near.

 

Can’t you hear the buzz

Or have you turned deaf ear

To all that has been happening

Hoping it won’t appear?

 

 

It may be a single incident

That brings a domino effect

Like in the COVID-19 pandemic

That many still suspect.

 

It may be a string of events

Related and unrelated

Like the criminal activity occurring

And going on unabated.

 

Something huge is imminent

In our little country

And storm clouds are everywhere

If we’re not too blind to see.

 

 

Barbados land of ostriches,

Of sunshine, sea and sand,

Immersed in revelry and jump-up

Where fickleness is grand.

 

To ignore is to make light,

To remain silent, a protest,

And if I do not see it, it is not there,

Is Bajan at its best.

 

 

Oh, we are standing tall

With heads buried in sand

And seemingly lack what it takes

To resuscitate our land.

 

We have moved far away

From what we once held dear

When we’d look to God for help

With reverential fear.

 

Now it is very different

As we do it our own way,

With God left out of the equation

We are bound to stray.

 

 

Trouble is a brewing

Storm clouds everywhere!

Is it nothing to you, my friend?

Doesn’t anyone care?

 

What’s all this deflecting

Trying to confuse me

Rather than deal with the problem

Behind the criminality?

 

How many must die

To fill greedy man pockets?

How many more square pegs

In round hole sockets?

 

Why empower students

And impoverish their teachers

When such is getting us into trouble

Deeper and deeper?

 

 

Are our leaders blind?

Can they not really see

That great trouble is a brewing

For our country?

 

The way around it

Is to return to God

But our leaders call this simplistic

And thus, continue to fall.

 

God offers a parachute

But they prefer a parasol

And with this I must reiterate,

We continue to free fall.

 

Stewart Russell © June 17, 2025