Once In A Purple Moon

Let’s pull down the shade on the Overton Window,

Throw all of our devices away,

Go outside and feel the sunshine,

Remember what it’s like to hear yourself pray,

(what it’s like to pray)

Feel that D.C. Empire fading, feels so good,

Feels so good so far away,

Gangster drama stay far away!

Then when this day is over, watch the sun-set,

Laugh and watch our children play,

So happy when they play!

(breathe fresh air and play)

Forget things used to divide us, (not let them divide us)

In the light of a purple moon sing, dance, and sway!

All God’s children holding hands together, the American way!

Let’s start a new day,

In the old way,

Differences held at bay,

The Constitutional way,

Jesus’ Way,

It starts when we pray…

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To Love a Temperamental Woman

Ozark is a temperamental woman, a beauty beyond compare,

Green velvet dress or’ ample curves, rainbow flowers in her hair,

Standin’ tall and proud as a mountain, of her moods best beware…

One minute her smile is sunny, see eyes flash, her temper flare!

Black clouds come a rollin’ thunder and lighting’, to give a scare,

She’ll go to crying’, rivers a rising’, you had better say a prayer,

She roars like a lion, angry tornado throwin’ ever’ thang in the air!

Her fury leaves so much destruction, too much misery to bear…

Think about leavin’, divorce this woman, no more her chaos share!

Says she is sorry and with a warm gentle breeze, dries ever’ tear…

Never leave my temperamental woman, true love keeps me here.

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Political Chicken Stomp

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Like a rock rollin’ in my brain, politics is a chicken train,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Right or left it’s all the same, final destination chicken train,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Pay our taxes all the same, we’re all feedin’ the chicken train,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Send in money hope for change, fatten-up the chicken train,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Throwin’ bombs in our name, yup the elites have gone insane,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Uncle Donny says we’ll win, people know we’re losin’ again,

Chicken train, chicken train, can’t get on, can’t get off, chicken train,

Lord we’re here on our knees, won’t You please, get us off this

Chicken train, chicken train, chicken train, chicken train, chicken train….

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Reach For Morning

Reaching for morning in the middle of the night,

All my days gone dark, no more sun-shine-light,

My pillow soaked with tears, that I cried all night,

Storm-cloudy-days, and cold-hard-rain-ever-night,

Reaching for morning in the middle of the night!

Then some sweet angels heard of my sad plight!

On wings of a dove flew pure love, glowing white!

Shh! Listen up! This is what that Holy Dove said:

Let the Son shine in! Son shine in! Oh SON-LIGHT!

Open up your heart, let the Son Light up your night,

Sins dark days end,in His pure-white-robbed-Light,

Bright Morning Star to reach for, in the middle of night!


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Monday Blessing

A heavy wet blanket of fog,

Dropped, gently down from Heaven…

Manna!

Filling the air with the aroma of spring!

Cuddling the newborns….

Nourishing!

The land receives with rejoicing!

Squirrels celebrate in happy play,

All the birds sing hymns of praise,

The drought ended!

Only man complains;

For the fog hampers

His Monday plans…

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Nature’s Story

Quieted-crystal-still, wet morning;

Cozy…my world sleeping in,

Outside, the sky is gently weeping,

So many tears on my window pane!

Slowly regaining composure,

At violent storm’s end;

I hear a bird symphony rising!

A cacophony of songs to blend,

A communal praise offering,

Survivors celebrating a new day of life!

Bowing heads, giving thanks,

For the banquet rising from the mud,

Meat for their table,

New, pure water to drink!

The beauty, the blessing,

The cruelty and the curse,

Plain-spoken in all nature,

From my window I hear and see,

The struggle, the sacrifice,

The eternal nature of life!

Nature’s story is the story of Jesus Christ…

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Powerful Delusion

Millions upon millions of souls dangling, on digital threads of perception,

Twisting, trapped within a vast, sticky, binding-web of deception,

Around each, a chrysalis winding, in threads of personal predilection;

AI agents crawl in silent-theft-work, power growing, anticipate consumption.

Truth they break into bytes, then reconstituting fakes, hallucinate illusion,

Tool to think as one for everyone is a tool of powerful delusion…

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Back Home

Here, I am! A little old lady?….

Slipped-flew through a slide-zone,

On-time-arrival in time-zone, elderly…

Time-warp wrinkles skin weakens bone.

Now, I seek the Son each morning,

Feel His warmth on my face,

Relief through my body spreading,

Resting here in His embrace,

Wonderful Truths to me revealing!

My spirit and my soul preparing,

(To go back to from Whom I came)

For my eternal home-going,

To Alpha and Omega, in Jesus’ Name,

Infinite Love, Pure Light, Eternal Life, glorying!

Beyond the darkly-clouded veil,

Of fear, death, war, and pain….

Oh! How wonderful ‘twill be to sail…

And finally be back Home again!

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Granny ‘Spainin’

Hey kids, listen up sweethearts. Granny loves all of you little dears and there’s something I want you to know:

The Voice of Truth is still and small,Quiet. It lives in your conscience. You can hear it in your spirit, from the back of your head and know its Truth in your heart. God placed a Divine Spark, a bit of His Light in the soul of every human child, so that they might be aware of His Presence, know that He is there to watch over them,and guide them. This is the human conscience.

A healthy conscience requires good food. The very best food is the Bible and the guidance of parents who do as the Bible tells them so. Ultra-processed food consisting of worldly wisdom starves our conscience of the food it needs to grow and thrive. Human truth that denies God dampens your Divine Spark, threatens to blow it out.

If you listen to the loud voice of pride that threatens from without, then promises to make you strong from inside, and obey it, your pride will drown the Quiet Voice out. When you do what it tells you, it hurts your conscience, it hurts God, and it hurts you. We get used to the pain, when we obey pride again and again. It gets easy to ignore God and our conscience scars down. The Divine Spark burns it, trying to get our attention and turn us back to God. When we continue to ignore our conscience the Spark flames and sears our conscience dead and silent. God leaves us to our own way, without guidance, to reap our natural consequence. The way of our pride can seem so right but it leads us to death.

However, God loves all of us, even much, much more than Granny loves all of you. He sent His Son Jesus to heal our conscience, reignite the Divine Spark, and save our souls from death. When God’s Holy Spirit comes over you, you’ll awaken from spiritual death, mourn the mistakes that took you down the path of pride, and led you away from the Presence of the Creator, cut off from God. Then you’ll see Who Jesus really is, how He died for the prideful mistakes that led you down the path of death. When you understand that Jesus is there to save you and reach up to grasp His strong, loving hand, the Divine Spark Lights anew and there you’ll find yourself in Gods presence again! Born again in Spirit, as a new-born Child of God. The Holy Spirit fills all the dead space inside, left by prideful sin’s destruction, overcoming death with Life! When Jesus is born in you, He is the True Light that will never go out and leave you wandering alone in the dark. Even if your pride tricks you again, Jesus is right there with you, to pick you up, and set your feet back onto His Way of faith, hand in Hand.

Granny knows all of this is true because the Bible tells me so and because I’ve lived this story first-hand.

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