The Rainbow

I am so amazed

And in much of a daze,

As I observe the LGBT craze

I wish it were a phase.

Undoubtedly so though

As you and I know

Their militancy demonstrates

This is not so.

Meanwhile we are prepared

To move out of the way

And let them roam free

As if they are okay.

I know that you know

Of the various kinds of thefts

I have found them guilty

The LGBT I mean

And I can’t let it rest.

Let me highlight a few

Whether or not you knew

So that by the time I am through

You would see this is true.

Guilty as charged

For stealing our words

And in the case of “gay”

That is absurd.

Once a lighthearted word

Defining merriment

Now being used by the LGBT

For their deviant intent.

I used the word deviant

And I do so intentionally

To show their intent

At redefining the family.

“Family” they have stolen

In their attempt to redirect

The thinking of our people

And cause familial wrecks.

  

The Bible shows in Genesis

Family is God’s design

It’s between a man and woman

And not as the LGBT opine.

Outside of this it’s sin

And I dare say criminal too

For it robs our children

Of their biblical family view.

Family is traditional

And rightly so

And the biblical family

Is what our children should know.

They have stolen “marriage”

Its design and concept

Its biblical admonition

They continually reject.

And since two of the same

Cannot produce a child

They must also steal “children”

That cannot be denied.

What a tangle web they weave!

With many a word

To the extent that

The meanings are now obscured.

They are naked

But their nakedness is denied

And to show them up

Will probably require a child.

The Emperor was naked

But the adults played blind

It took a little child

To expose his naked behind.

They stole the “law”

And some legal luminaries

And that was redefined too

To meet their gay fancy.

“Homo” was all right

Until sexual they add

Now gay means homosexual

And in gay clothing is clad.

Then there is homophobic

And there is bigoted

Discriminatory and prejudiced

Words for the normal

Who are now maladjusted.

By now you must be asking

“But what about the title!

You have prattled on and on

But with it have not grappled.”

I have saved it for the last

In my effort to show

The extent to which

The LGBT is willing to go.

Let me take you my friend

To the post flood scene

I want you to take focus

On Genesis 9 and verse 13.

“I do set my bow,” God is speaking

“And it shall be for a token.”

A covenant God made with man

That has never been broken.

When the "rainbow" appears

In the backdrop of the clouds

One remembers God’s promise

The promise He vowed.

It is a little bit confusing

That this sign is now mixed

As the LGBT to its movement

Has the rainbow affixed.

Picture if you will

The following scenario:

“A teacher and her children

Are watching a video show”.

She pauses at a frame

That shows the rainbow

And then asks a question

Any of them should know.

  

Two answers she receives

Which of them is correct?

Should she accept both of them

Or one of them reject?

I know how I would answer

Regardless of the show

But in few years from now

Would your child know?

I hope everyone sees

The challenge on our hands

As the LGBT progresses

With their world changing plan.

Google the LGBT Bible

And view the Queen James cross

In the colours of the rainbow

Embolden and glossed.

They’ve stolen the “Bible”

As well as the “cross”

These are now LGBT instruments

What a terrible loss!

For those whose time is tight

I have inserted the link

I have gone to all this trouble

Because I want you to think.

Please do not buy this book

But instead you can buy

The Gay Gospel by Joe Dallas

And you will see why.

Stewart Russell © July 2018

https://www.amazon.com/The-Queen-James-Bible/dp/0615724531

Free Fall

Down I plunged almost in free fall

There was nothing to stop me, nothing at all,

There was no cushion except for the air,

No rescue net to suddenly appear.

I had climbed quite high and dared to jump

Hoping for nothing more than a little bump

But as I fell through the air I wasn’t sure,

If I was lucky I’d be just a little sore.

It had all gone wrong, not as I’d planned

Up until that moment I was a successful man,

I had taken risks before and came out on top

What was it I had done then that now I had not?

It was not important to answer that question,

In my current trend there was one destination,

I was on course for a collision with the earth,

I suddenly regretted the occasion of my birth.

My life flashed before me; things I had done,

At the expense of people I had had loads of fun,

I was high up in life and important too

I had all things that matter to me and to you.

Falling through the air nothing mattered to me,

My yacht, my car, not even my property,

My bank account nor insurance, neither could help,

As the wind filled my lungs I couldn’t even yelp.

I thought of my wife; I wonder where she was,

I wouldn’t have time to even give her a buzz,

My son and my daughter, I was glad they couldn’t see

What was about to happen their own way daddy.

Like I said, I had climbed to quite a great height

I wanted to experience the same as a bird in flight,

I had no wings but it didn’t matter then

I did whatever I wanted and I decided when.

I always called the shots; it was left up to me,

I thought this free fall would be a delightful spree,

I don’t know what I was thinking; but I never did,

I was just impulsive and enjoyed any new gig.

  

Life had been good to me I couldn’t complain

But yet I was always doing something insane,

It was as though nothing that I had could satisfy

And consequently I searched for new things to try.

Plummeting through the air was one such thing

Without even thinking I thought I’d have a fling,

Many of my friends had done it without a snag

I could hear them now as in my face they bragged.

Whatever they did I had always done better,

That was my method to put an end to their chatter,

Even as I fell I wondered what they would say

When they finally discover this didn’t go my way.

But how was I to know that parachute was faulty?

Perhaps one of my friends was just being naughty,

The answers to such are not important now

But if I live I’ll get some answers; that’s my vow.

Live? What was I thinking? Live through this?

No doubt on the grim reaper’s page I was top of the list,

I would be next; suddenly I had no doubt

This was the precise time and moment I would fall out.

And fall out I did with a tremendous thud

But nowhere around me was there any blood,

Incredibly I recognised that I was alive

That was quite a fall but I had survived.

What I thought was the day was really the night

Don’t marvel at this; you heard me right,

The plane was my bed and the earth was the floor

I was too near the end; need I say more?

It took this dream though to help me realise

That life was far more than what I had surmised,

I recognized after coming face to face with my demise

That life without Christ is free fall in disguise.

You see my parachutes were all faulty, every one,

None of them could save me; on me that had dawned

So having struck the ground I woke from my sleep

‘Tis then I heard the words, "Come home my sheep."

My brother, my sister, though a dream is not real

I needed to relate to you that one in detail,

For had that event been real I would have been dead

And perhaps on my way to an eternal hell instead.

Without Christ in your life you are in free fall,

There’s nothing to help you, nothing at all,

While God still persists do respond to His call

"Come home my child; no longer delay; no longer stall."

Stewart Russell © 2017

When God Doesn’t Understand

I am sure you have been here

“Where?” You ask.

Right where you are now

Facing a real up hill task.

And they say God is around

“Where?” you ask once more.

Right where you are now

Just like He always was before.

“Don’t kid me,” you say.

“I’m not in the mood for joking,

‘Cause if He is

He lacks genuine understanding.

He sure doesn’t understand

If indeed He has a plan

And it can’t be anything grand

If it can’t relieve this man.

What good is God to me

If He cannot understand

Or even show that he does?

Why, He is no more than a man.

For right now the way I feel

Is that God lacks understanding

And certainly can’t grant to me

What my situation is demanding.”

Cool your heals my brother,

The mere fact you’re still here

Shows that God understands

Or you would long have disappeared.

See that talk you just put down

And the fact that you’re still around!

It is enough to make God frown!

You would have to be a clown…

To have said all you just said

And still here ‘cause you’re not dead;

This says God understands

And that His heart is not made of lead.

  

If anyone had a reason

To believe God didn’t understand

Surely it must be Jesus, His Son

When He came to earth as a man.

As a matter of fact you’d recall

He even cried to let the cup pass

But resigned to Father’s will

And to a cross was nailed at last.

Like you he could have said

God doesn’t understand

But he knew only too well

That this was God’s divine plan.

Man’s wisdom is folly to God

Who sees all and knows all,

The whole picture lies bare before Him

And he never makes a wrong call.

While it seems He doesn’t understand

That is only in the mind of man

Whose shortsightedness regarding life

Is a defect common to the human clan.

If we understood all that God does

We would be just like Him

But alas this could never be

Because of the awful state of sin.

Sin is exacerbated by selfishness

Which blinds us to the need of others,

Putting ourselves first in everything

And nothing else becomes a bother.

Such that we don’t understand

But eventually blame God

And such an accusation

Is spurted on by Satan, the Fraud.

The truth be told God understands

He must; after all He is not a man,

Back in eternity He devised a plan

And implemented it on a set time span.

Creation was at the beginning

God’s judgment comes at the end

So if you feel God doesn’t understand

You are sadly mistaken my friend.

One last thing I should tell you

Something I am sure you know,

There is no better friend than God is,

My Bible tells me so.

While I may not understand

He has worked it all out for me,

All I need do is trust Him

And on Him depend totally.

My misunderstanding will pass away

With the coming of the end

There and then I will understand

Why He chose to call me His friend.

In the meantime I’ll ride it out with Him

For there is no better choice

And as I face the storms ahead

I’ll listen calmly to His voice.

That voice that soothes me in my anger

That cools me during the heat

And tells me all I need do with my problems

Is to place them at His feet.

He doesn’t understand I hear you say

In Him you need to trust,

In trusting the way becomes quite clear

When God takes away our fuss.

You’ll understand it better by and by

God understands it all today,

From the beginning He saw to the end

He is qualified to lead the way.

Stewart Russell © September 2017