No strength of my own to stand strong or fight, and my voice doesn’t carry much punch.
Please, Word of God, speak while I hold still and pray. My heart and my soul feel the crunch.
The war rages on between Diddly and Squat, and I’m watching from square in the middle.
They pretend to serve truth for the good of mankind, but they dish out manure and piddle.
We voted them in, whether fraud or legit. We can’t trust either side with the facts.
They plot and make deals from behind heavy doors. Public speeches are meant to distract.
The words “hater and hypocrite” are screamed and abused. Who will answer to, “Where is the money?”
They hamper debate on their fat, pork-filled laws, and then laugh as though wicked is funny.
Are you hearing me, Lord? I’ve a lot more to say. I’ve a lot to get off of my chest.
The people you made in the world you created claim their book, not yours, is the best.
I talked with a friend and asked for his thoughts. He told me how he’s got the blues.
“I’m so angry,” he said. “Are you still seeing red? It’s clear we don’t watch the same news.”
The two of us nod and rattle our brains wanting wisdom and right to prevail.
Common sense would be nice. Give the POTUS a slice. He pretends that this sinking ship sails.
Do what you must, but in God I will trust and serve while the buffalo roam.
Pray for Diddly and Squat. They have way more to lose than a vote or political home.
Let the deer and the antelope play while you pray. And be to all folk a good neighbor.
Let never be heard that discouraging word. Do even your foe a sweet favor.
The sky will get cloudy and the capital roudy. Hold on to your mind and your scrupples.
Don’t let childern, misled, pay the price on your head. You’re the teacher and they are the pupils.
Wait! What do I read? It’s a message for me and the friend who will cancel my vote.
Good news from God’s Word, not telltale or lie. You’ll agree it is well worth a quote.
“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ,” Philippians 3:2