Don’t answer a fool according to his folly
Lest he bethinks himself jolly
A fool will seek to be amused
In reality he is being obtuse
The fool will manipulate to get his way
But don’t listen to what the fools say
The Christian will seek a place in Zion
The fool seeks the law through the roaring lion
Engage the fool for his sake
So as to point out the foolish mistake
Hypocrisy is attributed to the Christian unjustly
It’s the fool who is being arbitrary
Fools suppress the truth and holler and rant
Then turn around and accuse us of being intolerant

We are a stubborn people
Easily led by any wind of doctrine
We are called to be peculiar
A priesthood in flock form
We go against the grain
Of a world that ironically is insane
Of its greed and pursuits
It needs and rotted fruits
Before us has been set
Life or death as of yet
We chide at the thought
Of being predestined
Even bought with a price
Because it would make us accountable
What a glorious word for the Gospel
Predestination
We are a predestined nation
Once to freedom and worship
Now enslaved to our own debauchery
Where is the graveyard for the preborn?
Where do we go to mourn?
Pray and fast Jesus said
You can move mountains in that gest
The government of the soul
Has disobediently been shunned
We don’t want a king or potentate
We want to have our fun
No rules (means no rights), so be it God said
That is how I will judge you
When the scrolls are read
So bow now before the King
Rehearse your prayers beforehand
And edit the lyrics before we sing
It is right to be wary before His throne
So take all thought captive to Christ
Stop your complaining, it is annoying when you moan
Take account, judge thyself
Serve and sacrifice
Broken and contrite
That is what is pleasing to our Lord

A clown with a frown was talking to a king with a crown, when a mime happened by, and mimed to them, “What’s the quickest way out of town?”

The king said to the mime “To catch a train, be on time.” And the clown laughed at the king, and it began to rain

The mime grabbed his bags and looked at the king, and the clown, and mimed “Thanks, I’ve got to run.”

“Was the mime on time to catch the train?” said the king to the clown. “I don’t know.” Said the clown, and again says, “Do we really need all this rain?”

Today is a day I will never forget
Not even when Alzheimer's sets in
I was running around hectic donating your stuff
Like a German, Austrian and Frenchman in one
While remembering you and your life I had packed
I saw someone walk out of the store with your donated coat rack
Wondering will it fulfill for them what it did you
Wondering if they had thought of who it belonged too
Wondering what you were doing in Heaven that day
I moved past the meloncholy and got on my way
Back for another load of your stuff
I thank God that Jesus makes grieving less tough
What I mean is that we will still feel sad
But I have joy in my heart knowing where you are at
And so you may not be here I know you've carried on
Like your coat rack to another home, you live on

Sir Isaac Newton wasn't "using his head"
When the "aha moment" fruit fell
He assumed it was gravity, an attraction to the earth
It was weight and decay rate, no romantic pell
Many scream "separation of church and state"
In the Constitution you will not find that phrase
But in a personal letter to the Danbury congregation
It has been arbitrarily elevated to "law" in our nation
In the Scopes trial Evolution was criticized
Scopes was arrested, the masses cried "victimized"
To play on the "heart-strings" of the "under-educated"
Those worshippers of Evolution were placated
Hypocrites obscuring all God-given laws
Building a "strawman" with individual straws
Satan has questioned all God's "thou shalt nots"
NASA has filmed in a studio basement "our Astro-nots"
Jesus' words have been futurized by Baptist dispensation
Jesus said plainly it's "in this generation"
Scripture is not a "wax nose" you can eisegete
Exegete in the present tense Greek
How do we equitably represent all voices, in a
Public school system that claims they consider all choices
Public schools don't exist, "special agendized" schools do
Claiming universal intolerance, they're intolerant of truth
Let us say in the "Dagon bye" to all "blessings in disguise"
We'll be in[spire]d by the "blessings in the skies"
We're all from Adam's atoms by God's sovereignty
Lord roll my soul in humility, cajole my spirit patiently

We hide behind words and rhymes
All along wondering what's on each others minds
So it is with this poetry
I romance her with cajolery
Windy blowing the silk sails from the mast
Over the little man in the canoe waves will crash
Then it's bombast
And bomb blasts
Down the halls of this woman
On the walls of this woman
(To take a ride on this carriage
It must undulate during marriage)

Fresh and comfortable
They hug my tootsies
When I put them on to start my day
Walking with me every mile
[even when I stray]
Different colors
From ink wellers
Brighten each step
As I am headed out the door
I can even slide across the floor like Tom Cruise
They even hide in my shoes
Until it is refreshing to take them off
After a long day, and a walk with the dog[s]