"backslidden" poems
Our Father
Woe! to these demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,
Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity
Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...
scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows
The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and permanently smudged...with other assorted
myriad miseries
Thou mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...
Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..
Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent calumnious falsifiers...
Oh maudlin mocking manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations
**Thy God is an angry God
a vengeful God
a jealous God**
Oh **** pots and gall! Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved degeneracy
Take heed thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when judgement deigns an
opprobrious order of objurgation
terrible tragic tempestous tribulations of treachery
Oh Woe! Alas!
They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive falsifiers!!
scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden recalcitrants…
Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
The Lord hand picks the unworthy
The outcasts, the needy
The downtroden and filthy
Drowning in despair
Shaking in fear
Staggering in sheer agony
Wondering what just might be
What life really means
His hand is upon the lost
Those still imprisoned by their past
The backslidden and fallen
living in sin and lust
Brewing with contempt and disgust
Crumbling into dust
Wondering if the Lord is just
if they can ever come back
The face of the Lord shines upon
Those who weep and bitterly mourn
The Broken hearted and torn
Who stay up until dawn
Singing the burial song
A chorus of whaling voices
A choir of morbid faces
Wondering what the next phase is
The Lord is gracious
The Lord is kind
The Lord will save us
The lost sheep he will find
His people are declared righteous
Adopted, sealed and sighed
Wonderfully and fearfully designed
Chosen, before the beginning of time
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
Walking in the Spirit, copping
a feel
of the flesh.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Revive backslidden hearts back to your righteous ways. Wake up those in lukewarm slumbers. Remove fear and resentment of rejection from us. Help us to Love people who look, behave, smell and talk differently than we do. HELP US TO SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE LORD. THE SMALLER ONE HAS HELD OUR ATTENTION LONG ENOUGH!
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
Down stream, all the values go,
Where are the people I used to know,
That banner of strength, oh it waves so weakly,
Feeble with the fear of speaking freely,
Mind you P's and your Q's,
Sharpen your handles, don't let it go askew,
Speak carefully and dread won't follow you,
If you slip up they will be sure to follow through,
Filled with hope? No that went away,
Faith? no it has backslidden out of the way,
Promise? Only that they will take your life,
Physically and mentally alike,
Ride the waves, is all they know,
Forget about what's good, it's ok to be evil,
Holding on to a figment of the past,
As our world and our lives slip right past,
Oh land is no longer free, the people no longer brave,
The people that fought for freedom, are not the same people fighting today,
The rockets are glaring, the bombs are bursting,
In a war you'd never thought was one,
A war for your daughter and your son,
A war that we must fight and fight to win,
Embody the spirit that came before us,
And bring hope, and faith again,
This is not the end.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC