Enthused and Amused

The earth has got to be flat

And I’ll tell you the reason why

Because people living in Australia

Are looking up at the sky.

If the earth were spherical

No way that could have occurred

Since they would be down under

And that I cannot picture.

As a sphere I would imagine

They would never see the sky

But since the earth is really flat

Anyone can see the reason why.

I know that you are laughing

And you think that I am mad

But having carefully studied this

I find it more than just a fad.

Those so called photos from NASA

Had me fooled a long time

But I discovered it was just a trick

To mess around with my mind.

As you know and I know too

A sphere has a shape like a ball

So that people at the bottom of it

From it would likely fall.

But since the earth is truly flat

That is not the likelihood

For nobody has ever fallen off

As on a sphere some really would.

On a clear and cloudless night

Take a good look at the moon

It bears the shape of a simple disk

So it’s flat you can assume.

Extrapolate that to the earth

And you would see just what I mean

Like the moon the earth is flat

And not round as many have deemed.

  

The people in Columbus’ day

Were definitely of the right notion,

Columbus never proved them wrong

On account of the size of the ocean.

You see the oceans of the earth

Are huge beyond our measure

But we pretend to know their size

And also their hidden treasure.

We have swallowed Columbus’ lie

Even though reality says otherwise,

It is so stuck within our minds

That flat earth believers we despise.

Draw a picture of the earth

Then draw the people on the sides

Now examine what you have drawn,

Reality and fiction you’ve reconciled.

Do you see the ones at the top?

They are likely to stay in place

But very few do live in that spot,

Why, that would be a colossal disgrace.

For that is one of the coldest spots

That not many people would inhabit

So if the earth were really round

Not many people would be living on it.

Those along the sides and bottom

Would long have fallen off

Unless of course they are stuck with glue,

At such I would have to scoff

I know that your glue is gravity

That is the reason you would give,

But with those at the bottom upside down

How would you expect them to live?

The final point to make is this

You argue that the earth is spinning,

Stop for a moment and think about that

By now you must be grinning.

Already you have a problem

So that you have to stick people on,

Add to that a spinning earth

And those at the top would soon be gone. 

“Put on your seat-belts everyone

You are in for a turbulent ride.”

I’m just joking; there’s no need for that,

The earth is flat: no bottom, no sides.

If you must, be enthused and amused

But please don’t be confused.

You can believe whatever you choose

But please don’t fall for Satan’s ruse.

He knows how to enthuse and amuse,

He knows how to bemuse and confuse,

His objective is to misuse and abuse

Until the hope of salvation you lose.

Stewart Russell © 2017

A Mystery Yet Real

I had a real challenge

And there was none who could help,

If ever you have experienced it

Then you would know how I felt.

I stood one day and stared at the sky

And soon many had gathered around,

I stared in the air and they stared at me

Can you tell me who was the biggest clown?

Soon they were staring upwards too

And the crowd became quite large,

Not one of them knew why I was there

And no one was willing to take charge.

I pondered long as I stared in the air

And I am sure they pondered too

About what it was on this sunlit day

That was so steadily holding my view.

The first of them stared at me

You can’t imagine how that crowd grew,

Now every last one was staring in the air

At what not one of them knew.

I definitely knew what I was looking for

But none of them dared me to tell

For had any of them opened his mouth

The laughter would have made him swell.

I once thought that humans had sense

But this showed to me otherwise

For here I was just looking up

And hundreds stopped to gaze at the skies.

There was nothing there I can assure

Other than blue and a single white cloud

But could you have had an aerial view

You would have marveled at this crowd.

I have been around for several decades

And never had I seen anything as such,

Examine their heads for residual brains

And I am sure you wouldn’t find much.

Just imagine a crowd standing as one

And all of them staring up in the air

With hands lifted to shade their eyes

As though they didn’t have a care.

Because had they something to do

They really would not stand look this

Just simply staring up into space

Wondering what it is they missed.

How long we were there I cannot tell

Probably about an hour or two

From the first that came to join with me

And not one of them had a clue.

Could this have happened in any land

Other than Barbados bright and fair

Where one man stood just looking up

And many simply joined him there?

I am not mad believe you me

But that crowd showed gross insanity

As they stood not for a minute or two

Just gazing up indiscriminately.

How many were late for assignments

On reflection I just had to wonder

As they stood with resolute will

To gaze at the sky and ponder.

I shall never forget that day

The day I led from the front

When I stood there staring at the sky

The day I pulled that stunt.

Perhaps you wish you were there

And you wonder what I was staring at,

I will tell you in a minute

To me it’s a most astonishing fact.

I had a real challenge

And there was none who could help,

If ever you have experienced it

Then you would know how I felt.

I got to thinking about God

And so I stared up at the sky

For so many doubt His existence

And on Him would not rely.

Some said they have never seen Him

When they probe in outer space

And they cannot believe in one

When they have never seen His face.

 

So on that day so many joined me

As I stared up in the air,

I was looking for cyberspace

And guess what!  I did not find it there.

But we all know that it exists

For right there we save our work,

In faith we save our precious documents

And none considers us a jerk.

In life we trust so many things

That we can neither hear nor see

But to trust in the God who created all

Some consider that lunacy.

Cyberspace must be somewhere

Exactly where it is none of us can tell

But we are sure that it exists

And we can prove that very well.

Well I know that God exists

And that I can show even as well,

I am a product of His saving grace

Saved and rescued from hell

For if cyberspace can save a document

And I can trust it to do such

What about God who created me

Why can’t I trust Him to do as much?

For it is God who created cyberspace

And it is God who created man

So if could put my document in cyberspace

I can place my life in God’s hand.

For certainly the God who created all

Is greater than anything He has created

And His saving of a single soul

Is far greater than anything we have debated.

Stewart Russell © 2016