Poetry, songs, and music
Among all earth's creatures, poetry is a uniquely human gift.
So are written songs and creative music.
This web page contains
poetry,
songs, and
music.
Poetry
The following poems are included in this Web page:
- 2020 VISIONS: May The Blind Receive Their Sights by Mark Linen
- A DIP IN THE LAKE by Mark Linen
- Aborticide Is Homicide by Harlan Brown
- ABORTION: Murder Renamed by Mark Linen
- ABORTION LAWS: Written In Stone by Mark Linen
- ACCESSORIES TO MURDER: Caught Red Handed by Mark Linen
- An Answer by Neela Redford
- Are You Fresh for Everything? by Harlan Brown
- Are You Willing to Be Poured Out as an Offering? by Harlan Brown
- BEING HUMAN by Mark Linen
- BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS : Child Murder by Mark Linen
- Blessings and Gifts That God Has Given Me by Harlan Brown
- BRIEFLY I DID LIVE by Mark Linen
- BROADCAST YOUR MURDERS: The Women Named Folly by Mark Linen
- Called by God by Harlan Brown
- CAN and ABLE by Mark Linen
- Character Is the Key by Harlan Brown
- Choices by Harlan Brown
- CHOOSE WHO YOU WILL SERVE by Mark Linen
- CHURCH OF THE LIVING DEAD by Mark Linen
- CLOSE TO GOD by Mark Linen
- CLOSER by Mark Linen
- A Columbine Dad's Reflections by Darrell Scott
- CONFESSING CHRIST WHILE SERVING SATAN by Mark Linen
- The Cost of Sanctification by Harlan Brown
- THE CREATION by Mark Linen
- DEADLY TWISTERS by Mark Linen
- DEATH ROE: Condemned to Death for the Crime of Existing by Mark Linen
- DEATH ROE: State Funded Racism, Torture, and Murder by Mark Linen
- EASTER 2020: Unlike Any Other by Mark Linen
- FAITH OF THE LIVING DEAD by Mark Linen
- FAKE NEWS: The Daily Dose by Mark Linen
- Farmer Brown's Garden by Harlan Brown
- Five Ways My Marriage Has Blessed Me by Harlan Brown
- A Gardener and His Seeds by Harlan Brown
- God Used the Gift of Work to Bless Me by Harlan Brown
- Good Works: How It Works by Harlan Brown
- HEARTLESS by Mark Linen
- The Holy Alphabet by Cindy Blackamore
- How Could Someone So Persecute Jesus! by Harlan Brown
- HUMAN BEINGS by Mark Linen
- I Thank God for the USA by Harlan Brown
- I'm Drinking from My Saucer by an unknown author
- Incarnation by Douglas W. Comin
- Irene, Good-night and Good-bye, Nonperson by Harlan Brown
- JOE BIDEN: The Arbiter of Blackness by Mark Linen
- JOE KNOWS US: Black Leaders by Mark Linen
- LIKE CHRIST^ by Mark Linen
- Look Again and Consecrate by Harlan Brown
- MADNESS IN MINNESOTA by Mark Linen
- Meditations by Marilou Morgan
- MEMORIAL DAY by Mark Linen
- MEMORIAL DAY, EVERYDAY by Mark Linen
- MONSTERS DO EXIST by Mark Linen
- A Mother's Love by Douglas W. Comin
- A MOTHER’S LOVE: Happy Mother’s Day by Mark Linen
- MURDER BEGETS MURDER: Abortion and Mass Shootings by Mark Linen
- MURDER IS OK: When Government is God by Mark Linen
- MURDER IS OK: When We Worship Man by Mark Linen
- MY BODY, NO CHOICE^ by Mark Linen
- MY BODY, NO CHOICE: Guilty on Arrival by Mark Linen
- MY LOVE by Mark Linen
- NEVER FORSAKEN (Deuteronomy 3:18) by Mark Linen
- NO GREATER HATE: What Liberal Politicians Really Think of Blacks by Mark Linen
- ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL: Kissing Babies by Mark Linen
- PARTS FOR SALE^ by Mark Linen
- PRAY FOR THE UNBORN: Our National Sin by Mark Linen
- Pray While You Work by Harlan Brown
- A PRODUCT OF THE LEFT: Child Murder by Mark Linen
- READ IT IN THE BOOK: Silence is Consent by Mark Linen
- RELENTLESS by Mark Linen
- RESPIRATORY ARREST: In The Custody of Death by Mark Linen
- SATAN'S PARTY by Mark Linen
- SILENCING THE LAMB by Mark Linen
- A Slack Hand Causes Poverty by Harlan Brown
- A Spring Night Outside Our House by Harlan Brown
- Ten Things That I Am Thankful For by Harlan Brown
- Thank You, God by Harlan Brown
- The Chiefs, the People, the Jab, the Choice by Harlan Brown
- THE GOP: Faux-Life? by Mark Linen
- The People of God Have Been a Blessing to Me by Harlan Brown
- THE RULING CLASS: Hypocrites of the Highest Order^ by Mark Linen
- THE SUN RISE / THE SON RISE by Mark Linen
- THOSE ON THE LEFT HAND (Matthew 25:41) by Mark Linen
- TOMORROW MOURNING by Mark Linen
- Train to Somewhere by Harlan Brown
- Twelve Spiritual Blessings That I Am Thankful For by Harlan Brown
- Two Ways by Harlan Brown
- UNASHAMED by Mark Linen
- #WALKAWAY: Ostracized for Truth by Mark Linen
- #WALKAWAY : The Exodus by Mark Linen
- The Way to Permanent Faith by Harlan Brown
- We Praise by Harlan Brown
- What Musical Instrument Does God Never Play? by Harlan Brown
- WHAT SOLOMON SAW by Mark Linen
- When Will It End? anonymous
- WOMEN’S RIGHTS: A Sporting Chance by Mark Linen
- Work While You Work McGuffey's Primer
- WRITING THE WRONGS by Mark Linen
Songs and a video
In addition to poetry, following are some songs and a video:
- "A Mystery" (PDF) by Harlan Brown. To hear the song, click here.
- "Fearfully and Wonderfully Made" (PDF) by Harlan Brown. To hear the song, click here.
- "God Is Good All the Time" (PDF) by Harlan Brown. To hear the song, click here.
- "Hope for the Future" by Harlan Brown. To hear the song, click here.
- "The Gas Pump Blues" (PDF) by Harlan Brown. To hear the song, click here.
- "A Pittance of Time," a November 11 (Veterans Day) tribute to our military veterans. To view the video, click here.
Music
Finally, here are 10 musical renditions from the Fifteenth Annual USD High School Music Camp Concerts held June 19-26, 1966, in Slagle Auditorium, Vermillion, South Dakota:
- "The Little Lamb"
- "The Water Is Wide"
- "Slavonic Dance No. 8 in G Minor"
- "Psalm 150"
- "Christ the Lord Is Risen"
- "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring"
- "March from Second Suite in F"
- "Dedicatory Overture"
- "Bravura March"
- "Chant & Jubilo"
2020 VISIONS: May The Blind Receive Their Sights
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/04
My vision for this new year? That darkness turns to light (Acts 26:18) That many who have long been blind Might receive their sights That they may honor God In all they do and say That Satan’s wicked veil Might now be torn away (2 Corinthians 3:16) I pray that darkness falls Dispelled by holy light I hope that in this new year The blind receive their sights I pray that this fair nation Now filled with so much strife Would honor and appreciate God’s great gift of life I pray the Holy Father Might open up their eyes For where there is no (Godly) vision Precious babies die (Proverbs 29:18) I pray as did Elisha That these things might be Please open up their eyes my God That they also might see (2 Kings 6:17) I pray that they’ll reject Those men intent on slaughter Who murder unborn sons And kill our newborn daughters (Isaiah 13:18) I pray before they lay In front of a mortician They’ll honor Jesus Christ Much more than politicians I pray they’ll follow God Without a hint of fear That their scales may fall away Their eye sights become clear That they’ll exercise free will That their eyes will clearly see That they’ll stop repeating what they’ve heard From jackals in D.C. I pray that Christian soldiers Won’t fall for sheer distortions Not cast their lots with murder Renamed as abortions I pray that righteous folks Won’t fall for wicked lies That these best folks that I know Will see with open eyes It’s darkness that men love ((John 3:19, 20) How sadly I have learned I pray this vision comes to pass Before the King returns For when my Savior comes He comes with righteous ire And many will be cast into The burning lake of fire (Revelation 20:13-15) My 2020 Vision? That darkness turns to light (Acts 26:18) That many who have long been blind May receive their sights
A DIP IN THE LAKE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
There is a certain lake For those who’ve chosen death (murder) There is no water there It’s flames will take your breath Just thinking of this fate Fills me with such grief There’s sure to be much wailing And much gnashing of the teeth (Luke 13:27,28) Children daily murdered While partakers of this sin (2 John 1:10, 11) Faithful to the left Choose to dive right in In my time on earth Humanity has worsened Judgement surely comes (2ND Corinthians 5:10) With NO respect of persons (Acts 10:34) Not even mighty angels Who left their first estate To cast their lots with Satan Will escape this horrid fate (Jude 1: 5,6) If a sinner such as I Can see these things so plain Why does the church support them It’s such a crying shame It’s not only these child killers Who’ll face the flames of hell But those who gave support (Matthew 25: 40-42) Will join them there as well Babies sliced and poisoned By instruments of violence While many who claim Christ Approve with their own silence At the end of days There’ll be wailing and much weeping (Matthew 25:30) As those who support these wicked deeds Learn God was never sleeping (Hebrews 4:13) There is a certain lake It’s fumes will take your breath This lake’s reserved for those Who CHOSE the second death (Hebrews 10:26,27) Judgement day awaits It comes with righteous ire And many will be cast into The burning lake of fire (Revelation 21:8)
Aborticide Is Homicide
by Harlan Brown, July 31, 2011
This poem is dedicated to God, the Giver of Life, to the hundreds of millions, perhaps billions, of tiny boys and girls who have been victims of the Holocaust of Preborn Persons, and to mothers who have had this violence forced upon them and their children. In the past 40 years in the United States alone, more than 50 million innocent human lives have been deliberately cut short before birth.
Aborticide is homicide and sometimes also genocide, So come on now and look inside a heart made of stone. Now doctors should save lives and all, but some just don't do that at all, And what they do does us appall. Now that is my bone. The tiny ones are persons too, and killing them should be taboo. Their moms may end up feeling blue. And what of the child? The innocent are being killed, some moms coerced and some self-willed. With indignation we are filled. It's time to get riled. So let's stand up for human life, stay firm amid the swirling strife And apathy when sin is rife. Stand up for the weak. Each boy and girl has personhood regardless of their age. We should Now advocate to do what's good for those who can't speak.
ABORTION: Murder Renamed
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
The gifts of God ((Psalm 127:3) They burn and they tear ( Ezekiel 22:27) Of God’s righteous wrath They have no fear (Romans 3:18) They are of their father His acts they’ll perform. (John 8:44-45) They murder our children Before they are born Confirming the warning Of prophecy old Their evil abounds Their love now grown cold (Matthew 24:12) The innocent slaughtered (Isaiah 59:7) They call it choice The wicked lay siege On those with no voice (Isaiah 13:18) God says they’re persons These words he has issued (Psalm 139:13-16) But the murderous left ((Matthew 25:41) Say they are just tissue They hide behind terms (2 Peter 2:3) Abortion and choice To sugar coat murder ((Romans 16:18) Of those with no voice They’re burned, ripped, and poisoned And torn apart By those with no conscience And those with no hearts (Isaiah 13:18) They murder these children In wicked fashion Even Sea Monsters Show more compassion (Lamentations 4:3) Oh that our words (Proverbs 18:21) Might help end this slaughter By calling these acts Nothing but murder
ABORTION LAWS: Written In Stone
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/01/26
ABORTION LAWS: Written In Stone Brutal and deceptive Like just before the flood This wicked law’s been written In precious babies’ blood God writes on the hearts Of those he calls his own Satan writes his laws On hearts now turned to stone Perhaps the greatest evil That you ever saw They celebrate child murder And call it settled law Lacking hearts of flesh Their actions now have shown This evil law’s engraved On hearts made out of stone They torture and they kill Our sisters and our brothers Bereft of human hearts They sell the hearts of others Perhaps the greatest evil This world has ever known This wicked law’s been written In hearts now turned to stone ABORTION LAWS: Written on Hearts of Stone
ACCESSORIES TO MURDER: Caught Red Handed
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
With hands that seem so clean When viewed with just plain sight But dripping red with blood Neath God’s revealing light Some speak of love and mercy While innocents lie dead Consenting with their silence Their hands blood soaked and red For over 60 million slain When you stand before the Son You’ll get to share the blame For EACH and EVERY ONE At the judgement day On which side will you stand On the left you’ll find Those with blood stained hands Consenting to child murder With so many millions dead Naught but the blood of Christ Can wash away this red In the lake of fire You’ve no wish to be stranded Turn now back to Christ And don’t be caught Red Handed
An Answer
by Neela Redford, Oct. 13, 2000
What do people do when they have nowhere to turn? What do people do when there's always something to learn? What do people do when they can't find their way? What do people do when they can't find the right words to say? Perhaps there is an answer; It's really not hard to find. Give your heart to God And he'll give you his heart and mind.
Are You Fresh for Everything?
by Harlan Brown in January 2016
Inspiration for this poem (which can be sung as a song) came while I was reading the January 20-23 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
Are you fresh for everything? Recall what God remembers. Is the fire burning bright, or are you left with embers? Being born of the Spirit keeps us truly fresh. If you are in love with God, His life and yours will mesh. Am I looking first to God, transformed by beholding? Is his purpose for my life with wondrous joy unfolding? If we're not transformed as mirrors, our ideals are flawed. Trials and difficulties vanish when we look to God.
Are You Willing to Be Poured Out as an Offering?
by Harlan Brown, Feb. 4, 2016
Inspiration for this poem came while I was reading the February 3-6 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
Are you willing to be poured out as an offering? Will you sacrifice yourself for the good of others? Are you willing to be a doormat when you service bring? Is it beneath your dignity to humbly serve your brothers? Are you willing to be poured out as an offering? Tell God you are ready to be a sacrifice to Him. Accept what consequences come when you serve the King. Base your actions firmly on commitment not a whim. Are you willing to become the refuse of the world? Think not strange the fiery trial that is going to try you. Be prepared to reveal the Son when trials at you are hurled. Open your heart to the offenders; don't let trials fry you. Are you telling others of the love of Jesus glorious? Are you totally surrendered Christ's love to confess? God will lead you through life's trials and help you be victorious. After fiery trials naught can trouble or depress.
BEING HUMAN
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/01/21
Some say that we’re not humans While they plot our slaughter They murder unborn sons And butcher newborn daughters They’ve claimed a moral right Since they’re not using guns To slaughter unborn daughters And murder newborn sons They slaughter newborn children And profit from their parts Reciting Satan’s laws Engraved on stoney hearts With doctors who now kill Who’ve set aside their calling Assassins in lab coats My how far we’ve fallen A demonic kind of evil Where can I even start They’ve severed babies’ heads They’re selling newborn’s hearts Humans truly love Our sisters and our brothers Humanity is shown By how we’ve treated others Recall the deadly past When so many lives were lost The slaughters in Rwanda The Jewish Holocaust Monsters came a calling Such blood shed on the scene Claiming that their victims Weren’t true human beings The same mindset belonged To Satan’s willing aides They murdered raped and maimed During the slave trade Humans show compassion And defend the very least Just one of many traits That make us men not beasts Compassion pity mercy Are traits we’re used to seeing In the best of those Considered human beings Those who slaughter children Bring our nation strife They say that tiny babes Have no right to life I see no human traits Not even in the least For those who do such things Are more like savage beasts They’ve plot a course for hell With many men in tow Among those on that trip The best folks that I know They’ve closed their hearts to pity Becoming Satan’s crewman They’ve shown NO evidence Of truly being human
BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS : Child Murder
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
As in the days of Noah (Genesis 6:11-13) Just before the flood Men reveled in their evil Deceit and shedding blood Murder praised and cheered And renamed as abortions Evil run amok At biblical proportions Just like mighty Pharaoh Who ordered newborns slaughtered ((Exodus 1:22) Democrats now murder Our newborn sons and daughters At Herod’s dark insistence (Matthew 2:16,17) Many babies died Now democrats, like Herod DEMAND infanticide Like wicked Athaliah They revel in their sins To maintain her position She slaughtered her own kin (2 Chronicles 22:10) And like the great red dragon Filled with hate and scorn Now they murder children Just as they’re being born (Revelation 12:4) They boast of their big tent Where evil clearly lurks (Psalm 84:10) As they rush to carry out Their father’s evil works ((John 8:44) In their quest for power They’ll do anything it takes A trail of death and blood Scattered in their wakes (Isaiah 59:7) Murder praised and cheered With words of pure distortion These murders far exceed Biblical proportions
Blessings and Gifts That God Has Given Me
by Harlan Brown, Nov. 25, 2020
Blessings and gifts God has given. To give Him thanks I feel driven. Oft thankworthy things I see. Here are some from A to Z: God the Father for all things I thank. Also for brothers; I will be frank. Thanks for creation all around, Also for doctrine that is sound, For eternal life installed, For the faith that has enthralled, For the grace that me has saved, For great hope in life engraved, For income that pays the bills, For Jesus who life's storms stills, Knowledge that me daily grows, Love that comes and really shows, Mercy that endures forever, Neighbors that forsake us never, Oil to eat and oil to grease, Peace of mind that does not cease, Quiet time for Christian livin', Rights that from the Lord are given, For salvation that is great, And for truth that keeps me straight, Understanding in me stored, And for vict'ry from the Lord, Wisdom that the truth believes, Xanthophyll in autumn leaves, Grand Yosemite's awesome beauty, Zeal comingled with solemn duty. God gives blessings; God does live. To Him grateful thanks I give.
BRIEFLY I DID LIVE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Many would pretend That I never was alive Denied the right to live and grow Denied the chance to thrive Helpless and subjected To another’s will They deemed I had no right to live So sadly I was killed Denied the chance to live and grow As a son or daughter No celebration of my birth Just welcomed with a slaughter MURDERED by those people Possessed of stoney hearts First for votes and riches And now for body parts No chance to ever truly share This love I had to give Murdered just before my birth Though briefly I did live
BROADCAST YOUR MURDERS: The Women Named Folly
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
They’ve murdered their own children They couldn’t be more proud In them there is no shame They’re defiant and they’re loud (Proverbs 7:10-11) The death of one’s dear children Should be a heavy weight But not for these child killers Instead they celebrate To show displays of love It seems that they’re unable These enemies of life Their ways are all unstable (Proverbs 5:6) Their hearts as hard as stone Of compassion? Destitute They boast of these child murders Like shameless prostitutes (Ezekiel 16:30) They’re wicked and they’re loud Incapable of shame They’ve murdered their own children And Folly is their name (Proverbs 9:13) By mark linen Then a woman came out to meet him, with attire of a prostitute and cunning of heart. She is loud and defiant; her feet do not remain at home - Proverbs 7:10,11 She does not consider the path of life; she does not know that her ways are unstable. - Proverbs 5:6 How weak-willed is your heart, declares the Lord GOD, while you do all these things, the acts of a shameless prostitute!- Ezekiel 16:30 The woman named Folly is loud; she is naive and knows nothing. - Proverbs 9:13
Called by God
by Harlan Brown in January 2016
Inspiration for this poem (which can be sung as a song) came while I was reading the January 14-17 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
Called by God, will you hear and go? Called by God, do you walk in white? When you're called, God directs the show. Your sanctification is His delight. The voice of the nature of God Shines the nature of God above all. The call of the natural life Leads to service by each God does call.
CAN and ABLE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
In these uncertain times Like few we’ve ever known Turn unto the King Who sits upon the throne With just a few small fish Thousands he has fed* He healed the poor and sick* And sometimes raised the dead* In darkness some were born And walked in constant night He merely touched their eyes And they received their sights* The God that made us all And holds us in his hands All these things he’s done I’m certain he still can He is the risen Christ* Who walked upon the sea* While constantly we sinned He died for you and me* Morning noon and night While reading at the table The pages in his book Reveal my God’s quite able I’ll trust and lean on him Even if I’m killed* In good times and in bad I will trust him still For I am but a branch My Savior is the vine* Christ the mighty King Who changed water into wine* Continue in your prayers To heal this troubled land We serve an awesome God I’m certain that he can* Pray for our nation’s healing His words are no mere fables We serve a God who can And who is more than able
Character Is the Key
by Harlan Brown in early 1995
The screen flickers softly as fingers meet keys. The words shuffle by like dry leaves in a breeze. A mind filled with knowledge directs today's task, But what is the motive, one may rightly ask. No pain no gain, garbage in garbage out. Purpose and effort is what it's about. Some are marauders, some humanitarian. What they are doing is quite unagrarian. The hardware and software are state of the art, Reliable, trustworthy, doing their part. But the foremost integrity anyone sees Is that of the one who is pressing the keys.
Choices
by Harlan Brown, Nov. 10, 2000
He polished the metal. The whole thing he oiled. Grown up in the suburbs, he was a bit spoiled. He had his own laptop, a room of his own, His own CD player, his own telephone. His mom was a chemist, his dad a programmer, And he was a geek and a freak and a spammer. They worked very hard but had time for their guy Except on the days with names ending in "y." His sis didn't live in the house of the geek's. A D&C got her just after 12 weeks. His brother though older was also quite dead From a Metzenbaum scissors in the back of his head. His grandmother Ruth and his gramps Anastasia Departed this world through a brief euthanasia. And now their young grandson did sigh out his breath. His thoughts were enmeshed in the culture of death. The nasty school bullies for taunts and for jeers Were going to get things beyond their worst fears. Their mouths full of venom, their bites they did give. Now a thirty-aught-six would soon make them a sieve. As darkness was 'bout to engulf a teen mind, A glimmer of hope seemed to come from behind. His new friends at school didn't sneer, didn't mock, Were faithful and true like an accurate clock. He knew with them he'd ne'er be left in the lurch, Especially by Sam, who had brought him to church. They treated him friendly--he didn't know why-- And made him to feel like a regular guy. He'd heard the fine messages, heard the good talk, But now he had friends who he'd seen walk the walk. He pondered the meaning of amazing grace. The thirty-aught-six he put back in its case.
CHOOSE WHO YOU WILL SERVE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
The choices laid before us (Deuteronomy 30:19) Consist of life and death (Jeremiah 21:8) Will we help to slaughter children Before they’ve drawn a breath? God gave us his son (John 3:16, 17) The left they ask for ours Will we obey the left? Or He who made the stars (Job 8: 9-10) They seek our minds and bodies Our thoughts and our free will They ask for our dear children ((Isaiah 13:18) For profit whom they kill (Deuteronomy 27: 24-26) Choose who you will serve (Joshua 24:15) The Creator’s taking notes (Revelation 20: 14,15) Christ the righteous King Or those who seek your votes Will we choose the one Who made the earth and stars? (Genesis 1:16). The one who gave his Son ((Romans 8:32) Or those who murder ours They’ve nurtured THEIR OWN children While CONDEMNING OURS to death These masters of deception Murders lies and thefts (Romans 3:13-18) They have no wish to govern But seek only to rule They lie and twist the truth And treat us like their fools I pray that one day soon We’ll see what we have done (Psalm 106: 36-38) We’ve joined them in the slaughter Of our daughters and ours sons And what a commentary When a sinner such as I (1 Timothy 1:15,16) Is one of few who cares (Matthew 24: 11-13) As these precious babies die Should I speak or write the truth Oh how some do protest (Galatians 4:16,17) Politics comes first My Christ takes second best (Isaiah 29: 13,14) Relentless in child murder The left refuse to budge For strengthening their hands (Ezekiel 13: 19-23) We surely will be judged (2 Corinthians 5:10) Choose who you will serve (Joshua 24:15) The Creator’s taking notes (Revelation 20: 14,15) Christ the righteous King Or those who seek your votes
CHURCH OF THE LIVING DEAD
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
If life we would obtain In his(Christ’s) words we must abide The wicked like dead fish Flow freely with the tide Rejecting Godly wisdom They revel in their sins And just like leaves now dead Blow freely with the wind Scripture cast aside For politics instead We live now in the age Of the living dead With those who slaughter children Placed on a lofty perch With wicked politicians Who now convert the church They are not mindless zombies (They’re) Quite intelligent instead But like Romero’s zombies Spiritually they’re dead No longer are they salt Christ’s words are shown disdain They stand exposed as sugar Now melting in the rain They’re seeds on rocky places In them is no root For politics and men They’ve given Christ the boot Read it in the book We’ve long ago been warned Some would be like seeds Sown among the thorns Self-serving politicians Now convert the church As self- professing Christians Take a leftward lurch Scripture cast aside For politics instead Behold the lukewarm church Of the living dead
CLOSE TO GOD
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
It may sound rather strange Perhaps its rather odd But when observing nature I feel so close to God Just sitting by the river Or watching falling leaves And how I love the sights and sounds Of butterflies and bees At peace with God’s creations Each time I look around His majesty and Glory Are daily what I’ve found In my quiet times I hear my own heart beat The lovely feel of nature From the grass beneath bare feet While strolling through the forest Or watching playful squirrels My thoughts are of the one Who made this awesome world The clouds above our heads The sun and moon and stars Thanks to the mighty God All these things are ours The wind that comes from nowhere The soothing gentle rain All these are reminders My faith is not in Vain These precious gifts from God That he so freely gives They constantly remind me That my Savior lives It may sound rather strange Perhaps its rather odd But when observing nature I feel so close to God
CLOSER^
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
Draw me closer God While I still draw breath For no man truly knows The day that brings his death Forgive me Holy God I long to do your will At times when I transgress Please hold me closer still If you should count our wrongs Who could ever stand Draw me closer God While I walk this land Have mercy oh my Lord For I am only dust Though often I fall short In only you I trust Protect me mighty God From the wicked man When enemies attack Please lead me by the hand Those things that have been stolen Restore to me in doubles Be my strong defense During days of trouble Pull me nearer God Bend me to your will When I have my doubts Please pull me closer still Draw me closer Lord This prayer I now repeat Oh how I love your word (It’s) the lamp that guides my feet
A Columbine Dad's Reflections
by Darrell Scott
Technology can be a blessing or a curse, depending on how it is used.
This poem (I added the title) was written by Darrell Scott, the father of two victims of the shooting on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. On May 27, 1999, he testified before the Subcommittee on Crime of the House Judiciary Committee in the United States House of Representatives. He said, "I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. This was written way before I knew I would be speaking here today."
Your laws ignore our deepest needs. Your words are empty air. You've stripped away our heritage. You've outlawed simple prayer. Now gunshots fill our classrooms, And precious children die. You seek for answers everywhere And ask the question "WHY?" You regulate restrictive laws Through legislative creed, And yet you fail to understand That God is what we need!
CONFESSING CHRIST WHILE SERVING SATAN
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Few are as religious As my beloved people On Sundays we all gather At the holy steeple But we see the strangest thing Each election season As Christ is cast aside And hate replaces reason We have loved one party More than life it’s self For them we’ve put our interest Waaay back on the shelf Christ we claim as savior Marriage we defend We say that at conception Is when life begins Those that we support Outlaw Jesus’ name (Acts 4:18) Yet we still defend them Proudly with NO shame It seems that each two years Christ is cast aside While we lend support To spreading Sodom’s pride (Isaiah 3:9) Our children self- destructing Communities in tears The left they show concern Only , each four years We’ve raged against some statues Flags and monuments While thanks to Margaret Sanger Our children’s lives are spent Democrats have learned They can treat us as they will For even though they slay us We will trust them still Supporting Satan’s minions In everything they do And Christ the righteous savior They crucify anew Scripture cast aside In wickedness they revel Some confess my Christ But truly serve the Devil
The Cost of Sanctification
by Harlan Brown, Feb. 10, 2016
Inspiration for this poem came while I was reading the February 7-10 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
The cost of sanctification Is restriction of earthly concerns And extensive, deep cultivation Of godliness. That's what one learns. Stay away from spiritual dejection. It stems from spiritual lust. The purpose of prayer is to get hold of God, Not to get the answer or bust. Are you spiritually exhausted? God neither faints nor is weary. If you fail to replenish your faith, Life can become very dreary. Lift up your eyes on high, And see who created these things. If pow'r to see God has been blinded, Look to God; the Lord vision brings.
THE CREATION
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
Often am I struck With awe and fascination As daily I behold The gifts of God’s Creations When walking through the forest Or sitting by the river It’s plain to see my God Is such a cheerful giver The animals in the seas And those that roam the lands All of these were made By the Father’s mighty hands The brilliance of the sun The birds up in the sky The grace and beauty that’s seen in The peaceful butterfly All the tasty fruits That we can pick from trees The changing of the seasons And the beauty of the leaves The air we daily breathe The grass beneath our feet Small seeds that will grow into The very foods we eat The oceans and the lakes The rivers and the moon The lovely voice of birds As they sing their lively tunes Behold the stars above Floating up in space It’s by his will alone That they remain in place Unseen by the day Hidden from our sights But brilliantly they shine In the darkness of the night The diversity of clouds High above they spread The feel of soothing rain As it falls upon our heads The beauty of the heavens It’s such an awesome wonder The brilliance of the lightning’s flash The sound of rolling thunder And after stormy showers What follows in its stead The beauty of the rainbow To remind us of God’s pledge Everything came forth At my God’s insistence He merely spoke the words And they came into existence Each to fill a purpose (That) the creator deemed they should He created everything And then he called them good He’s showered us with blessings And added beauty too Oh that men would give him The thanks he’s rightly due Just looking at his works I’m filled with fascination The Majesty and Glory of The God of ALL Creation
DEADLY TWISTERS
by Mark Linen, posted 2023/11/04
The God of ALL Creation Who ordained man and wife* He’s made it pretty clear Instructed we choose life* He wrote it too in stone Commanded not to murder* With no exceptions made For unborn sons and daughters The twisters daily come The truth they all have hated They’ll take God’s simple words And make them complicated Some slaughter tiny babes Increasing their own coffers These enemies of God Scripture calls them scoffers* They’re violent like the storm Oh my goodness sake With destruction death and violence Scattered in their wakes* The wicked have no fear In this land we trod Like Satan in the garden They’ll twist the words of God* Destroying boys and girls Demeaning man and wife They’ve deemed that newborn babes Have no right to life Their words and wicked deeds Displaying Satan’s form They’ll rend and twist the truth Just like deadly storms In killing tiny babes They’ve shown they have no shame Their brutal and relentless Like Satan’s hurricane Emboldened by this world God’s truths they’ve cast aside They persecutes God’s (Biblical) marriage* Embracing Sodom’s pride To justify their deeds The truth they twist and spin Embracing EVERY evil Promoting EVERY sin Twisting holy scripture You’ll sometimes see them come Supporting these mass murders Of our daughters and our sons Denying males and females Demeaning man and wife They’ve deemed that newborn babes Have no right to life They justify these evils In this land we trod Just like the serpent Satan They’ll twist the words of God
DEATH ROE: Condemned to Death for the Crime of Existing
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/01/26
They’ve committed no crimes No murders or thefts Yet they’re condemned To the most brutal of deaths No judge and no jury No presenting of facts They’ve been condemned For other folks acts Their heinous crimes? They’ll never know Yet they have been placed On wicked death roe Before these poor babes Have breathed one outside breath The verdict is rendered Condemn them to death Such is the plight Of those with no voices Condemned to death For other folks choices These babies offenses There’s one on the list They’re guilty because They simply exist If for social justice You’d blow your horn You should be outraged For the murdered unborn We’ve seen many athletes Express how they feel Yet for these babies We’ve seen no one kneel So if seeds of justice You wish to sow Then lift up your voices For those on Death Roe
DEATH ROE: State Funded Racism, Torture, and Murder
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/18
No crimes have they committed Yet before they’ve drawn a breath These babes have been condemned To torture and to death No legal presentations No arguments of facts These babes are sent to die Because of other’s acts Bin Laden’s wicked soldiers Are shown much more compassion While these babes are tortured And killed in savage fashion Submerged in salty acid Before they’ve drawn a breath Much worse than water boarding They’re drowned AND BURNED to death An ancient English act These babes are drawn and quartered An act reserved for treason Not unborn sons and daughters With instruments of torture These innocents are gored Some monsters in our midst Have cut their spinal chords With acts so very EVIL It makes me wonder why Some BOAST of cutting throats So that these babes won’t cry Research this wicked practice You’ll find that these evil acts Began with Sanger’s vision To terminate all blacks Their vocal chords are severed So that these babes can’t scream As monsters carry out Sanger’s racist dream For convenience and for riches With death is their alliance The unborn killed and tortured While they scream in silence Using tools of death Some babes were cut to shreds Delivered then in pieces While their tiny bodies bled Those guilty of sheer terror They have been protected while the innocent unborn our leaders have rejected Murder now renamed As some cover up the facts That this all began With Sanger’s dream for blacks As subtle as the serpent With half- truths and out- right lies They’ve led us to participate In our own demise The great sin of a nation In love with self and vice These babes have done no wrongs But pay a deathly price No judges and no juries No arguments of facts These babes are sent to die Because of other’s acts We’ve seen and heard some athletes Expressing how they feel And yet for these poor babies We’ve never seen them kneel Their short lives end in torture Such misery and such woe No crimes have they committed And yet they’re on death roe Racism torture murder These all begin with hate These acts are just those things And they’re funded by the state
EASTER 2020: Unlike Any Other
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
This Easter morning comes It’s unlike any other Let’s keep our faith in God And pray one for the others This plague has kept so many From going about their tasks Of those who venture out Many now wear masks Mankind is resilient We’ve conquered things before We can defeat this plague That’s forced us all indoors This deadly plague has spread Now on a global scale Defeat is not an option We simply must not fail Apart from friends and family So many have been torn Through death or separation On this Easter morn We celebrate today That Jesus came to save That those who once were dead Will rise up from their graves Remember Christ the King And his saving grace As we battle through This trial that we now face The church is not a structure That men were led to build The church consists of people A true believer’s guild Because of this contagion No longer can we roam But we can worship Christ Just as well at home Put your faith in God With whom we have to do It’s not the politicians But he who’ll see us through So keep your faith in God And pray for one another As we celebrate this Easter That’s unlike any other
FAITH OF THE LIVING DEAD
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
In these final days Christ has been eclipsed The honor that he’s given? Service of the lips It’s wicked politicians Now worshipped more instead Behold the awesome faith Of the living dead Where those confessing Christ Now take a leftward lurch Where wicked politicians Now convert the church They’ve interjected teachings The church has never known Replacing holy scripture With dogma of their own For Jesus’ love of children The murder men call choice As they revel in the murder Of those who have no voice God’s holy institution They’ve quickly cast aside Marriage now replaced Becoming Sodom’s pride And what of Christ the King Who died that we’d be spared Although they claim his name His truths aren’t welcomed there With babies daily slaughtered And marriage redefined And the mention of Christs’ name Now called a hateful crime Their faith’s as strong as Job’s They’ll sometimes mention him But theirs is not in God They put their faith in men In these final days Christ has been eclipsed The honor that he’s given? Service of the lips It’s wicked politicians Now worshiped more instead This now is the faith Of the living dead
FAKE NEWS: The Daily Dose
by Mark Linen, posted 2021/09/12
I’ve watched as precious people Those to whom I’m close Have turned their tv’s on To get their daily dose Their daily dose of lies Half- truths and fabrications All with just one aim To help divide the nation Their daily dose of falsehoods Both small and sometimes huge A daily dose of bias And wicked subterfuge I’ve watched as my dear people Those whom I love the most Have turned their tv’s on To get their daily dose They’ll get a dose of malice Some early, others late As fake news dishes out Their daily dose of hate Shameless with their tales They’ve all become quite bold They seek to shape opinions With their liberal polls I’ve listened to the words With ears that truly hear Malice and deception Are what I’ve found in theirs To achieve their wicked goals They’ll do just what it takes Their compassion like their news I've found is mostly fake
Farmer Brown's Garden
by Harlan Brown, some time before 1995, date unknown
Corn has ears, but it cannot hear. Kernels line the cob. Potatoes have eyes, but they cnanot see. Digging is a tiring job. Cabbage has a head, but it cannot think. It grows green and round. A rake has teeth, but it cannot chew. It is good for working the ground.
Five Ways My Marriage Has Blessed Me
by Harlan Brown, Nov. 18, 2020
The Bible says, "And Pharisees came up to him and tested him by asking, “Is it lawful to divorce one's wife for any cause?” He answered, “Have you not read that he who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’? So they are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.” They said to him, “Why then did Moses command one to give a certificate of divorce and to send her away?” He said to them, “Because of your hardness of heart Moses allowed you to divorce your wives, but from the beginning it was not so. And I say to you: whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another, commits adultery.”" (Matthew 19:3-9 English Standard Version)
After thougxhtful reflection I've come to see Five ways my marriage is a blessing to me: Balance, companionship, education, Also nutrition and procreation. Balance comes from my wife's unique perspective, Sometimes encouraging, sometimes corrective. Companionship helps me not to be lonely. I like to spend time with my one and only. Education involves life lessons learned. For a good input blessings are returned. Also we learn from a biblical search: That marriage represents Christ and the Church. Better nutrition I'm not overlooking. I do give thanks for my sweetheart's good cooking. Lastly, a thought that does give me a boost Is the two children that we have produced. Now that I wrote this I hope you can see Five ways my marriage has truly blessed me: Balance, companionship, education, And too nutrition and procreation.
A Gardener and His Seeds
by Harlan Brown, Dec. 9, 1995, based on Matthew 13:1-23
A gardener gardened in four kinds of soil. With four clear results from his gardening toil. A ditch, on the rocks, among thorns, and good ground Were places where seeds from the gard'ner were found. The seeds on the wayside by birds were devoured. The seedlings on rocks were soon scorched, never flowered. The seeds among weeds found thorns smothering 'round, But on the fine loam a great crop did abound. The ditchers by Satan are snatched all away. The rockies in trouble find faith does decay. The weedies are choked by the cares of the world. The loamers bear fruit like a banner unfurled. So don't be a seed out alone in a ditch, And don't dwell on trouble when spiritually rich, But care more for Jesus than physical things, And you'll find the good life that faith in Christ brings.
God Used the Gift of Work to Bless Me
by Harlan Brown, Nov. 5, 2020
The Bible says, "The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it" (Genesis 2:15 ESV). But not only did Adam have physical work to do, he also had scientific and intellectual work to do in naming the animals (Genesis 2:19-20).
God used the gift of work to bless me, And even though at times work stressed me, God's faithfulness indeed impressed me. I praise His holy name. My jobs did not obstruct obedience To God, had no unjust expedience, And had enjoyable ingredience. They formed a winning game. The work conditions were sufficient. I learned to become more proficient And sometimes also more efficient. I had no long commute. Profession adequately paid me. Work ethic better person made me. God's hand did guide and daily stayed me. His greatness I salute.
Good Works: How It Works
by Harlan Brown, Aug. 9, 2020, based on Ephesians 2:8-10
It's judgment time in heaven. A sinner now wants in. Is looks like there's a roadblock, The consequence of sin. Did good deeds outweigh bad deeds? A misconception lurks. The good may let him enter, But that's not how it works. Through faith we get salvation. By grace we have been saved. It is a gift God gives us. By Christ the path is paved. Our good works do not save us. Indeed no one may boast. Our boast should be Jesus. We should love Him the most. For we are God's creation. For good works we are made, Which God prepared beforehand So we work with His aid. We don't deserve what God gives. Our Savior did arrange His righteousness to give us. It's such a great exchange. To God belongs the glory. His billboards we should be. So show God's love to others. For us God's love is free. Our entrance into heaven Will be despite our sin. Believe and trust in Jesus, And God will let you in.
HEARTLESS
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Who’d have ever thought They’d live to see the day When newborn babes are murdered In the USA To further some careers Now newborns end up dead They’ll sell their beating hearts Then sell their severed heads These hearts they tell a tale Much like the one from Poe Child murder’s been renamed This evil is Death Roe We’re now a heartless nation Where leaders won’t think twice Where newborn babes are slaughtered Then sold like merchandise. These hearts they tell a truth That most seem to ignore Satan simply asked (And)We let him through the door Now some precious babes May die without a heart But those who’ve killed these babes Had none from the start Those who do these deeds Their actions long have shown Their heartless just as well Because they’ve sold their own (Hearts) Wicked leaders now Seek to get ahead Not by kissing babes But by killing them instead These babes are brought to birth With precision and with haste Their hearts are then removed Their bodies tossed like waste This is no horror flick No tale from Mr. Poe The horrifying truth Of babies on Death Roe They boast of their big tent It’s from the bowels of hell All who support these deeds Are heartless just as well
The Holy Alphabet
by Cindy Blackamore
Although things are not perfect Because of trial or pain Continue in thanksgiving Do not begin to blame Even when the times are hard Fierce winds are bound to blow God is forever able Hold on to what you know Imagine life without His love Joy would cease to be Keep thanking Him for all the things Love imparts to thee Move out of "Camp Complaining" No weapon that is known On earth can yield the power Praise can do alone Quit looking at the future Redeem the time at hand Start every day with worship To "thank" is a command Until we see Him coming Victorious in the sky We'll run the race with gratitude Xalting God most high Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.
How Could Someone So Persecute Jesus!
by Harlan Brown, Jan. 28, 2016
Inspiration for this poem came while I was reading the January 28 and 29 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
How could someone so persecute Jesus! How could someone so ignorant be! Self-will and stubbornness always stab Jesus. Is God's Word forceful and piercing in me? How could someone so persecute Jesus! As you serve, take note what your spirit is. We show our ignorance in how we serve Him If we are serving in our way not His.
HUMAN BEINGS
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/01/21
Some say that we’re not humans That we’re just a bunch of cells The same thing could be said Of those same folks as well Blessed with human hands Human brains and hearts Humanity displayed Through all our God made parts With eleven body organs No different than their own Our lives start at conception A fact that’s long been known With DNA that shows We’re different from all others And marks us as unique And separate from our mothers Dehumanized by those Who’ve claimed a right to slaughter They’re killing unborn sons They murder newborn daughters Bereft of true compassion They’re wicked and they’re mean It seems it’s them not us Who aren’t true human beings Look back through the ages They said the same of blacks To justify their rapes Their murders and attacks Too many close their eyes To the horror these acts bring As history now displays We haven’t learned a thing A product to be sold That’s where they see our worth They profit from our murders Before AND AFTER birth Many now support This GREAT EVIL that we’re seeing Perhaps it’s them not us Who aren’t true human beings
I Thank God for the USA
by Harlan Brown, Nov. 11, 2020
The Bible says, "give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." (1 Thessalonians 5:18 ESV).
I thank God for the USA On this our annual Veterans Day. From founders' faith and wisdom too Abundant blessings did ensue. Our Constitution has us blest; For centuries it's passed the test. No other nation's founding doc Has been as solid as a rock. The checks and balances protect From human nature's dire defect. The founders' wisdom and foresight Safeguard each dear God-given right. For glorious liberty I give thanks To the One who truly foremost ranks. I'm thankful for free enterprise, And government limits I do prize. I'm grateful too for those who fought To keep for us the freedoms bought. "Oh, thank you, Lord" is what I say On this our annual Veterans Day.
I'm Drinking from My Saucer
by an unknown author
I've never made a fortune, And I'll never make one now. It really doesn't matter, 'Cause I'm happy anyhow. I go along life's journey, Reaping better than I sowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. I've not a lot of riches, And sometimes the going's tough, But I have kids who love me, And that makes me rich enough. I thank God for His blessings And the mercies He's bestowed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. I recall when things went wrong, And my faith wore somewhat thin, But all at once dark clouds broke, And the sun peeped through again. Lord, help me keep from griping About tough rows that I've hoed. I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed. God gives me strength and courage When the way grows steep and rough. I'll not ask for more blessings; I'm already blessed enough. And may I never be too busy To help another bear his load. Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, Because my cup has overflowed.
Incarnation
by Douglas W. Comin
A baby cries amid the straw, fresh-born into a world so strange; Could this be God, the eternal Son, glorious throne for flesh exchanged? How can this be? What mind can grasp the untold splendor of this thing? Almighty God, The Lord of Hosts in infant-form to mother clings! Majestic One, whose blazing beauty shineth forth to shame the dawn. Now without form or comeliness that any should to him be drawn. Creator God, Who made and owns the cattle on a thousand hills; Now humble, poor, A stable floor For solace 'gainst harsh winter chills. Perfect Spirit, Unhindered by the bonds of Adam's flesh-bound race, conceived and born in mankind's form, with limits all of time and space. When once He dwelt in Heaven high, He was untouched by worldly woe. Yet willingly He condescends, consents the scourge of pain to know. And not mere pain, but death itself, and not mere death, but cursed cross, the Suffering Servant stoops to bear to purge away man's sinful dross. Was this for me? Did Glory stoop so low to grace this wretched orb To set me free, and for my sin did He God's righteous wrath absorb? 'Tis said in order to secure the ransom price I could not pay, He took my form, and bore the storm of God's just punishment that Day. The Lord of Glory took my place before the unleashed wrath of God! Like grapes His blood beneath the feet of His Almighty Father trod! And had He not consented thus, the confines of the flesh to know, then I would face eternal chains to pay the penalty I owe. What glorious grace! The Risen Son, enthroned once more at God's right hand has conquered death through sacrifice and put to shame hell's raging band! 'Come to Me, all you who bend beneath the crushing weight of sin,' says He, 'and I will give you rest.' Eternal life is found in Him!
Irene, Good-night and Good-bye, Nonperson
by Harlan Brown, Aug. 27, 2011, the date that Hurricane Irene came ashore in North Carolina and began moving northward up the East Coast
Is Irene a she? Is Irene an it? This storm led me to think a bit. Perhaps it's not so bad to try Hurricanes to personify. But on the flip side, realize Sometimes our words depersonalize. In slave days, slaves were said to be Animals, parasites, and property. Today as culture 'round us worsens, Some human beings are deemed nonpersons. Preborns are considered to be Potentials, garbage, and property. Onesies, triplets, quads, or twins, Personhood starts when life begins. Yet tiny persons are called, to wit, Not "he" or "she" but merely "it." Is a Culture of Death society A safe place for anyone to be? Eldercide, infirmicide, debilicide too-- Are aborticide and genocide still taboo? When people rebel against God undaunted, They may end up killed for being unwanted. As Irene's winds fade and no more worsen, Remember that each human is a person.
JOE BIDEN: The Arbiter of Blackness
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
For years they’ve cultivated The seeds that (Lyndon) Johnson planted Democrats have taken The black support for granted Their insults just continue Yet STILL we’ve failed to see They’ve said that we’re not smart enough To simply show I.D. Though slavery’s long abolished They’ve kept up their attacks And now they seek to tell us Who is and IS NOT black They view us as a product Both our old and young They no longer use their whips These days they use their tongues Joe sees us all as dirty But asks us for our trust He’s told us what his party Truly thinks of us A people subjugated A race that’s been demeaned Joe spoke like BHO Was the first clean black he’d seen And when it came to schools Here’s what old Joe did He did not want us blacks Around his precious kids In their legal system We, blacks, are treated worst Bill Clinton’s sometimes blamed But Biden started first They view us as sub- humans Because of our skin tones The harshest of their punishments Reserved for us alone Joe boasts of his great record For blacks throughout the ages Old Joe was instrumental In locking us in cages It seems we’ve been bewitched With empty words that flatter They murder our unborn Then tell us black lives matter Although they need our votes Our lives? Inconsequential Joe’s said that for black folks Abortions are essential Though slavery’s long abolished They’ve kept up their attacks And now Joe seeks to tell us Who is and IS NOT black
JOE KNOWS US: Black Leaders
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
Joe knows that we are loyal With reason cast aside He knows we’ll still support him As so- called leaders lie Aside from casting votes Joe views us of no worth They’ll pass their laws to slay us Before AND AFTER Birth With help from our black leaders Joe treats us as he will For even though they slay us Yet we trust them still Convinced to murder children Through acts both cruel and mean Black leaders lend support To Sanger’s Evil dream Joe knows that they can murder Our nephews sons and nieces Betrayed by our black leaders For their own thirty pieces They’ve sold out their own people By placing riches first And as black leaders prosper Blacks go from bad to worse Joe’s witnessed it for decades As black leaders have shown That for 30 pieces They’ll sacrifice their own Joe knows they’ll spread their lies Without fact or basis Sowing seeds of hate By calling others racist And STILL we fail to see This betrayal decades old Joe knows that he can count on them To do just as they're told Joe knows that our black leaders Would sell us ALL to hell Seems Clyburn got it right Joe knows THEM very well
LIKE CHRIST^
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
This is a generation Much like before the flood Men run to spread pure evil Make haste to shed my blood (Proverbs 1:16) Wicked and deceptive In everything they do With sixty million murders To enrich the few The (legal) right to murder children Is their precious gem To maintain their positions Like Christ I’ve been condemned In Satan’s great machine They serve as useful cogs They prey upon the helpless Much like rabid dogs (Psalm 59:6) They pass their many laws Engulfing me like water (Psalm 88:17) Their policies designed To send me to the slaughter They’d make themselves our kings Allied with men in robes (Micah 7:3) They seek to spread this evil All across the globe They seek to see me slaughtered Before I’ve drawn a breath And just like Jesus Christ Mobs call for my death They eat the bread of evil And drink the wine of violence (Proverbs 4:16, 17) They end my precious life Proud of their defiance Daily forging evil (Romans 1:30) The wicked will not rest (Proverbs 4:16) They plot out my destruction Then mutilate my flesh (Philippians 3:2) Guilty of no crimes My short life ends in woe Those who wield great power (Psalm 59:3) Have placed me on death roe In a nation claiming Christ The Church’s been mostly muted Guilty of no crimes Like Christ I’m executed My bones are all exposed And now they stare and gloat (Psalm 22:17) Like products I am sold For riches and for votes They’ve pierced my tiny hands (Psalm 22:16) They’ve slashed my tender feet And now just like the dragon My body some would eat (Revelation 12:4) Unlike Christ the savior My BODY’S what they part They’ve given a new meaning(Psalm 22:18) To stealing someone’s heart And now they end my life While drawing my first breath Barabbas (Murderers) gets compassion Like Christ, I’m led to death When Christians lend support To this horror that men do Then Christ the Righteous King Is crucified anew (Hebrews 6:5,6) A nation turns away As daily I am slayed By those that I should trust Like Christ I’ve been betrayed
Look Again and Consecrate
by Harlan Brown, Jan. 26, 2016
Inspiration for this poem (which can be sung as a song) came while I was reading the January 26 and 27 devotionals in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
Look again and consecrate. Look again and think. Look again and separate. Focus and rethink. Separate from everything but what God wants you to do. Obey and rightly relate to Him, and He'll watch over you. Look again. Oh, look again. Don't worry about your life. Worldly cares and guileful wealth and lust for things are rife. Jesus knows our circumstances better than we do. Our relationship with God comes first. To Him be always true.
MADNESS IN MINNESOTA
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Common sense is gone There’s not even an iota Seems they’ve succumbed to madness Out there in Minnesota In spite of the destruction And violence that they saw These geniuses now want To dismantle the law They’d eliminate police And then consequently Enforce our nation’s laws With people like Dirk Gently And how will they respond To crooks with guns and knives The ground work would be laid For massive loss of lives And so one city council Has advanced a plan For lawlessness and crimes All across the land Their plan is quite foolhardy And does not make good sense But THEY (City Council) will be protected At taxpayer’s expense To keep this council safe The people have to pay To the hefty tune Of four grand every day Endangering the folks They give themselves a pass This is a common theme Among the ruling class Common sense is gone There’s not even an iota Seems they’ve succumbed to madness Out there in Minnesota
Meditations
by Marilou Morgan, Oct. 10, 1976, while she was a missionary in South America
Lord, we are so very happy today As we think of Thy blessings sent our way. Thank You so much for all You have done, For the valleys low and the victories won. Thank you for loving us and caring so much, For the little pricks and the gentle touch, For the lessons learned, the grace bestowed As we yield to Thee our heavy load. Closer, yes, closer, to Thee may we grow Till with Thy love our hearts overflow That others may see what has happened to us Since in Thee, our Savior, we put our trust.
MEMORIAL DAY
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
When freedom needed allies They answered freedom’s call Heroic men and women Who bravely gave their all With honor and distinction Their all is what they gave They fought for life and liberty Down to their very graves For freedom here at home They proudly took a stand And held not back their lives For those in foreign lands I count them as the best In this land we trod They stood up for our flag And knelt before our God Those from WW2 Who stood strong for our nation And earned the reputation Of our greatest generation Their actions in Korea Prevented what might be A worldwide war of nations Preventing WW3 In opposing communism Many endured harm In the unforgiving jungles of A place called Viet-Nam For many who’ve returned Look closely and you’ll find Some still baring scars In their bodies and their minds(PTSD) In defense of freedom With precision they performed They’d liberate Kuwait During Desert Storm With Enduring Freedom We launched a war on terror And many sacrificed their lives To show our foes their error Bin- Laden would discover He could run but could not hide The day he was discovered Was the day Bin-Laden died Ambushes by Al-Qaida And ISIS sneak attacks They fought and died on foreign soil Just to free Iraq They’ve sacrificed themselves To ensure that others lived In acts of selfless valor (They) gave all they had to give Parents, husbands, daughters Sons and loving wives In defense of freedom They gave their very lives With honor and distinction Their all is what they gave They fought for life and liberty Down to their very graves
MEMORIAL DAY, EVERYDAY
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
Here’s to the selfless ones Who bravely gave their all When freedom needed heroes They answered freedom’s call Today we honor those Who fought until they fell For freedom and for justice They’d storm the gates of hell In defense of hope and freedom They fought for many years Some paid the final price Their families left in tears All who’ve ever served Had pledged their very lives Today we honor those Who paid that dreadful price And to the men and women Who stand now in their place We pray for God’s protection His guidance and his grace In memory of them We look back and reflect Their sacrifice and honor Deserve our great respect Leaving husbands, daughters Parents sons and wives For duty, honor, country They gave their very lives For those who knew and loved them What a price to pay The thought of them remains Every night and day Today we honor those Who’d fight until they’d fall All who served were willing Some gave their very all
MONSTERS DO EXIST
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
Monsters do exist They look like me and you The thing that makes them monsters The evil things they do Monsters do exist Devoted to self- gain Self- serving and quite wicked They’ve sucked out babies’ brains Monsters do exist They’re EVIL loud and brash Some have been known to toss Live babies in the trash Monsters are for real They’re baffling to the mind Some have even boasted Of cutting babies spines Monsters do exist They’re heartless and they’re mean Cutting babies throats So that they cannot scream Monsters are among us They’re wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing Enemies of right They’re filled with hate and loathing Monsters are for real They find child murder funny The unborn daily slaughtered For convenience and for money Monsters do exist Their joy is killing babies Heartless and cold blooded Like the Wolf with deadly rabies Monsters are for real They often preach of choice They’ve cut babies vocal chords So that they have no voice Monsters are among us They walk in human form Their passion and their pleasure To slaughter the unborn (and newly born) Evil thrives among us They find child murder fine More wicked and more deadly Than Shelley’s Frankenstein Monsters do exist Scripture call them lost Like vampires of legend They’re repulsed by Jesus’ Cross Evil lives among us Wicked with no shame Like the Pharisees and demons They’re angered by Christ’s name These monsters fill the earth What more can I say For now we live in times Much like Noah’s day Their belly is their god There is no love for any Just like the demon legion Their numbers are so many Monsters do exist The unborn are their sport What makes it even sadder They have so much support
A Mother's Love
by Douglas W. Comin
That snowy cold December morn our first and only child was born. And as the snowflakes fell to earth a greater beauty had its birth: a beauty sent from up above, the wonder of a mother's love. Into this world of woe and sorrow he sprang to see his first tomorrow. Tiny fists were clenched so tight, eyes adjusting to the light, when suddenly his gaze met thine; a face so lovely, so divine; a look as gentle as a dove, the wonder of a mother's love. And as his eyes began to range across this face so new, so strange he had no words that might describe the joy that swept in like the tide, nor could she speak; so filled with wonder, swelled with awe like gentle thunder. Two smiles broke forth and then both wept, and later, as the baby slept he felt contentment like a glove, the wonder of a mother's love. These early days I call to mind and in their memory I find a confirmation true and clear that God's good grace is surely near. His blessings here are plain to see: my Lord, my home, my family; my treasured bride, a prize so rare that richest gold could not compare; a son, so blessed, the object of the wonder of a mother's love.
A MOTHER’S LOVE: Happy Mother’s Day
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
There is a special job Important to the world It requires much commitment It’s touched each boy and girl This important job It receives no (monetary) pay The workers are on duty Each night and every day From conception all through birth This job is just beginning Once this job has started This labor has no ending This job involves receiving A gift from God above The labor it requires Complete and selfless love It is an occupation To which few can compare Disappointment, joy, frustration These are all found there This life-long occupation Is unlike any other For few jobs can compare To that of a mother They’ve put their children first For many years they’ve served So render to your mother The love that she deserves For all the Godly mothers I thank my God above For few things can compare To a mother’s love
MURDER BEGETS MURDER: Abortion and Mass Shootings
by Mark Linen, posted 2022/04/13
With instruments of torture And wielding tools of death Determined that small babes Will never draw a breath They murder tiny children Our daughters and our sons Would there be calls for action If they were using guns? Limbs torn from their bodies Their tiny sculls are crushed Gripped with tools of torture As body fluids gush Life has been devalued And yet some are surprised When wicked folks with guns Take other people’s lives After these mass shootings They’re (Politicians) always casting blame But in killing newborn children They truly have no shame The murder of small babies Has too long been accepted And the sixth commandment (Thou Shalt Not Murder) Our nation has rejected When evil is promoted We should expect more violence Reaping what we’ve sown Since the lamb(Jesus Christ) was silenced Satan’s wicked minions Kill our daughters and our sons Would there be more outrage If they were using guns? Our nation is consumed With many acts of violence Well publicized mass shootings And babes who’ve died in silence (over 60, 000, 000) Our leaders send the message That life, it has no worth They murder tiny children Before and AFTER birth You’ll see them (Politicians) on the news Campaigning for top billing Assigning blame to others Because of these mass killings When a nation kills its children In acts of brutal slaughter There should be no surprise That murder begets murder
MURDER IS OK: When Government is God
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
Murder is OK If my party says it’s so I’ll empower them to slaughter Then pretend I didn’t know Let murder reign supreme All through this land we trod Murder can be great When government is god Pharaoh had no qualms As babes drew their first breaths He issued his decrees Condemning them to death Murder can be fine Herod thought it through Then proceeded to kill babes Up to the age of two And then there’s Athaliah Who did an EVIL thing To ensure a seat of power She killed her own offspring Behold the Great Red Dragon On his heads ten horns He sought to murder Christ As soon as he was born Murder is OK It’s started at the polls As democrats now fill These evil figure’s roles If my party says it’s so Murder can be fine Not even words from Christ Can hope to sway my mind Murder can be fine SO WHAT if they suffer I’ll call the right all racist That will be my buffer Murder now is cheered With no pity and no grace As democrats now take These wicked killers places And how will folks respond At the judgement day Will they tell the righteous King That murder was O.K. When Christians support murder I find it oh so odd Do they truly worship Christ Or is government their god
MURDER IS OK: When We Worship Man
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
Murder is OK If my party says it’s so I’ll lend them my support ignoring what I know (Thou Shalt Not Murder) if my party says it’s so murder can be fine I’ll close my eyes and ears And put it from my mind Murder is OK If my party says it’s so If they lead me straight to hell Then I’ll simply go Murder is just fine These babes deserve no pity If my party says we must We’ll become the bloody city I’ll support these wicked murders All across this land Murder can be fine When we worship man These murders aren’t my fault As far as I can glean I’ll support these brutal murders Then pretend my hands are clean In the name of politics I’ll support these savage slaughters To kill our unborn sons And murder newborn daughters Murder can be fine If we simply change the name We can slaughter newborn babes Without a hint of shame With reproductive freedoms And terms like women’s health They’ve worked for Sanger’s group And brought enormous wealth Murder can be fine And Christ will understand That he takes second place While we worship man
MY BODY, NO CHOICE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/18
My limbs are ripped from joints My organs crushed and torn Condemned to execution Before I’m ever born They’ve unleashed on me The death that they’d avoid They say that it’s their right To see that I'm destroyed For me there’ll be no birthdays No schooling no proposals Just terror pain and death And then unmarked disposal Not seen as God’s great gift Sent from up above Instead I find I’m hated Described as being un-loved They’ve done unto me That which they’d avoid They claim that It’s their body While I’M THE ONE DESTROYED Every time I’M KILLED Someone gains more wealth They justify these murders And call them women’s health For me there’ll be no play dates No mercy and no grace As murder now invades What should be my safe place As Satan’s tool draws nigh I scream in horrid fear Because I have no voice There’s no one there to hear These acts are PLAINLY MURDER Of that there is NO DOUBT They’re children of their father His acts they’ll carry out Guilty of no crimes I’m tortured and I’m slayed By those that I should trust Like Christ, I’ve been betrayed And now when born alive With a crying voice For those intent on murder Still I have no choice
MY BODY, NO CHOICE: Guilty on Arrival
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/04
No birthdays for me Just torture and pain Although I’m destroyed They count it as gain Finances for some Convenience for others My life now snuffed out Demonically smothered I’m daily executed By those who preach of choice I’m denied a say in this Because I have no voice As Satan’s tool approaches I scream in horrid fear Because I have no choice No one seems to care And now when born alive With a crying voice For those intent on murder Still I have no choice They’ve done unto me That which they’d avoid They claim that It’s THEIR body While I’M THE ONE DESTROYED Loyal to wicked Sanger For me they seek extinction Before or AFTER BIRTH They now make NO distinction I’m burned I’m drowned I’m poisoned My body cut and slashed Sometimes when born alive They’ll toss me in the trash For me no loving welcome Just torture pain and woe Guilty of no crimes They’ve placed me on death roe They’ll strangle me to death To ensure there’s no survival In their wicked minds I’m guilty on arrival
MY LOVE
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
My love she is a gift From the Lord above I get a peaceful feeling Just walking with my love My love is a romantic The kind of love you keep With a soothing voice That puts me right to sleep My love can be so soft But oftentimes she’s hard She sometimes has a rhythm Poetic like a bard My love’s not always perfect She sometimes comes unraveled She’s great when I’m at home But a problem when I travel My love can be decisive But often times she’s fickle Sometimes she’s torrential Other times a trickle My love can’t be replaced And sometimes comes with pain In just the right amounts Oh how I love The Rain. My love she is a gift From the Lord above I get a peaceful feeling Just walking with my love My love is a reminder Of the Savior’s blood The first time she appeared There was a worldwide flood A type of judgement day Another, yet to come A day when all mankind Will stand before the Son Mysterious in nature She’s quite an awesome wonder Sometimes when she arrives It’s with lightning and with thunder The thunders rolling boom Combined with flashing lights My love is magnified In the darkness of the night My love is a restorer Of the rivers and the lakes Sometimes when she leaves There's a rainbow in her wake My love is a reminder it speaks in sounds so plain That when the Savior comes He’ll wash away our pains I get a host of feelings My hope is not in vain I love the feel and sounds Of the falling rain MY LOVE: The Falling Rain
NEVER FORSAKEN (Deuteronomy 3:18)
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/04/13
They went through many trials You’d think that they’d be shaken But they trusted in their God And they were not forsaken The little shepherd boy (David) On God he was reliant While the mighty hid He slayed a fearful giant (1 Samuel 17:1–53) Those faithful Hebrew boys By God they were avenged Though meant to burn to death Yet not a hair was singed (Daniel 3:1-30) Daniel was a lad Whisked away from Zion Condemned to be devoured God saved him from the lions (Daniel 6:1-28) The Israelites were trapped Not knowing what to do God split the Sea of Red And let them pass right through (Exodus 14:1-32) Sold enslaved condemned A truly righteous man Joseph would become The ruler of the lands (Genesis 37- Genesis 50) Those righteous men of old Their faiths were never shaken In their hearts they knew They’d never be forsaken To shake you from your faith This world will surely try I’ll keep my faith in God Until the day I die I’ll praise and honor him So long as I draw breath I’ll keep my faith in God Up until my death In this world of woe Of decadence and vice The promise is made sure For those who know my Christ When I read the book I know I’m not mistaken For those who trust in God They will not be forsaken
NO GREATER HATE: What Liberal Politicians Really Think of Blacks
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/21
They’ve asked for our dear children And we’ve said here they are Accused everyone of racism When they’re the worst by far Just like their hero Sanger They view us as a waste Worthy of disposal, There is no greater hate We’ve eaten up the lie That they seek our good They’ve placed their slaughterhouses In black neighborhoods They view us as a blight They’ve called us human waste Worth more when aborted, There is no greater hate Black lives truly matter I’ve often heard that quote In these(babies) they see no value Since they cannot vote At great expense to us With death they’ve made a pact We listen to their words But ignore their EVIL acts Black lives really matter I’ve often heard them say But to them we only count On election day They woo us for our votes Then kill our children later Wicked and deceptive, There is no hate that’s greater. None are quite as blind As those who will not see They laugh and say we lack the sense To even show I.D. Should I speak or write the truth Oh how some do protest Politics comes first, Black lives are second best My people now reduced Much like endangered eagles Now they turn their minds To wooing the illegals In support of Sanger’s vision I’ve no need to debate They slaughter small black children, There is no greater hate
ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL: Kissing Babies
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
Not too long ago Righteous men and ladies While on the campaign trail Would be found kissing babies But my how times have changed Iniquity abounds We search for righteous leaders But few are ever found In this bloody age Some hope to get ahead Instead of kissing babies By killing them instead They boast of killing children Before they draw a breath With their wicked words They blow a kiss of death No longer gentle kisses Just death and brutal slaughter As democrats destroy Our newborn sons and daughters They sugar coat dark deeds With frigid frosty lips To the helpless and unborn They bring death’s icy kiss They boast of women’s health And call themselves pro- choice To justify the slaughter Of those who have no voice When the books are read They’ll surely tell the tale Of how murder was promoted On the bloody campaign trail ON THE BLOODY CAMPAIGN TRAIL: Killing Babies
PARTS FOR SALE^
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
Our legacies erased Before they have begun For us there’ll be no children No daughters and no sons For us there’ll be no weddings No husbands and no wives Though briefly we did live We’ve been denied our lives Scripture gave the warning That men would love themselves Were left alone to die Placed on metal shelves Submerged in salty acids Our bodies crushed and torn By those who seek to kill us Before we’re ever born They sell our parts for riches That’s where they see our worth And now they’ve claimed a right To kill us AFTER birth A world consumed with violence Like before the flood Denying us our lives Though made from the same blood For us there was no mercy Our legacies denied Torn and ripped asunder As silently we’ve cried They’ve killed us now for years Before we’d draw a breath Wicked and deceptive They profit from our deaths The children of their father (John 8:44) A people with no hearts Now when born alive They’ll kill us for our parts BABY PARTS FOR SALE
PRAY FOR THE UNBORN: Our National Sin
by Mark Linen, posted on Facebook on April 1, 2020
Pray for our neighbors Our sisters and brothers Especially these babes Betrayed by their mothers The same God that made us Also made them (Job 31:15). Pray for an end To this national sin We pray for these things With no hint of shame We pray for these babes In Christ’s holy name (John 14:14) They cut them to pieces And burn off their skins (Micah 3:2,3.) And then celebrate This national sin These brutal acts Should move men to tears(Jeremiah 9:1) But since 73 it seems no one cares The most basic right(life) It has been rejected The murder of children Now more than accepted so pray for these babes again and again one day we’ll be judged for this national sin
Pray While You Work
by Harlan Brown, March 9, 2013
Pray while you work; Pray while you play. Give thanks to God; That is the way. Sing praise to God With all your might. Things done by God Are all done right.
A PRODUCT OF THE LEFT: Child Murder
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
To murder tiny children Is their greatest passion Before OR AFTER birth It matters not the fashion They target those poor people (Blacks) That Sanger deemed a blight To murder the unborn They’ve deemed a human right The right to life denied They’ve claimed a right to slaughter To kill our unborn sons And murder unborn daughters No need for US to think Or bother with debate THEY will think for us And TELL us WHO to hate In the leftist minds We’re viewed as mindless sheeple A product to be used And still not yet a people In pursuit of Sanger’s dream Which sadly we support They’ve deemed us better off When choosing to abort The right to life denied They’ve claimed a right to slaughter To kill our unborn sons And murder newborn daughters Instead of standing up And seeking their removal At the ballot box We give them our approval They’ve covered their true motives With half-truths and outright lies They’ve convinced us to participate In our own demise Proficient in their lies Deceptions and their thefts Child murder is a cherished Product of the left
READ IT IN THE BOOK: Silence is Consent
by Mark Linen, posted on Facebook on 2022/04/13
The most helpless of us all Destroyed in deadly violence While those who preach of love Consent with their own silence Read it in the book Religion it is strange For since the days of Christ It seems not much has changed(Matthew 15:8) Murder is ignored While helpless babies die Like the Levite and the Priest The church keeps passing by (Luke 10:31,32) The enemies of life Destroy our sons and daughters While most won’t even speak In protest of these slaughters (Proverbs 31:8,9) Dare to speak the truth Of these babies pain and woe And in the eyes of some You’ve now become the foe (Galatians 4:16) For politics and men (John 12: 42-43) Some support what they oppose In the choice of life and death (Deuteronomy 30:19) Death is what they chose This act is deadly murder It will be judged in time Those who support these deeds Have joined them in their crimes (John 1:10-11) Read it in the book The helpless we should save(Proverbs 24:11) These babes go from the womb And straight down to their graves Like the Levite and the Priest The (self)righteous pass on by And refuse to even speak As helpless babies die And how will we respond When judgement is let loose (John 12:48) Knowing fully well That we have no excuse (Proverbs 24:12) Should I speak or write the truth Some Christians they protest Politics come first Christ MIGHT BE second best Choose who you will serve(Joshua 24:15) The Savior will take note (Revelation 20:12) Christ the righteous king Or those who seek your votes (Galatians 4:17) Like sheep among the wolves The righteous they are sent (Matthew 10:16) If they refuse to speak (Proverbs 31:8,9) They’ve given their consent Silence IS consent It’s written in the book It’s not that hard to find If we’d only look
RELENTLESS
by Mark Linen, posted on Facebook on 2020/03/18
In murdering small children The wicked seem hell bent We’ve appealed for some compassion But still they won’t relent Enacting wicked laws (Isaiah 10:1) To help expand these slaughters They assassinate our sons And exterminate our daughters They’ve draped themselves in white These agents sent from hell They’ve cleaned the outer tombs (Matthew 23:25) These modern Jezebels No mercy will they show ((Romans 1:30,31) To nephews or to nieces With their tools of death They’ll dash them all to pieces (Isaiah 13:18) They ARE their father’s children (John 8:44) Refusing to relent To spread his wicked deeds I’ve found that they’re hell bent To murder tiny children This party, they have sworn They’ll kill them in the womb OR AFTER they’ve been born (Revelation 12:4) They can’t resist the urge (Proverbs 4:16,17) To do their father’s work When child murder was decried Old Schumer slyly smirked We’ve sought to find compassion Appeals for mercy sent But Satan has resisted Refusing to relent Steadfast in their mission To murder day to day If this virus doesn’t kill these babes They’ll find another way
RESPIRATORY ARREST: In The Custody of Death
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
We’ve seen this act before It’s horrid and it’s strange Years since Eric Garner And some folks STILL won’t change But we must refrain from doing What’s sometimes done to us We must not paint ALL cops With the broad stroke of one brush The death of Mr. Floyd It simply makes no sense For what’s been done to him There’s truly NO DEFENSE Handcuffed and subdued He made just one request Someone help me please For I can’t catch my breath Once is just too much These acts just have to stop An unarmed black man killed By over -zealous cops The others (officers) just looked on And none spoke up with reason NO WONDER some folks think On blacks it’s open season Still we must refrain From what’s sometimes done to us We cannot paint all cops With one simple brush Just like Eric Garner He could not catch his breath THESE cops would not let up And strangled them to death Robbed of their protections From our constitution Their encounters with the law Now seem like executions The simplest of requests Please help I have no breath A plea that was ignored In ( the) custody of death
SATAN'S PARTY
by Mark Linen, posted on 2022/04/13
Satan threw a party To celebrate his wins For all his wicked minions Who revel in their sins They boasted of the many That they had deceived Recalled with joy that day The serpent spoke to Eve They showed great admiration For those who have no shame They spoke of their disgust At hearing Jesus’ name They defended 9/11 And all its gruesome horrors They laughed and cheered the men Of Sodom and Gomorrah They celebrated wars And all the men that died Then spoke of their great joy When Christ was crucified Satan threw a party For all those he had sent He gathered them together Under one big tent They loudly laughed at Christians Who fall for Satan’s tricks Who support his deeds And call it politics A cruel and heartless lot They’d celebrate the slaughters Of many newborn sons And countless unborn daughters They spoke of coming plans For little girls and boys Of using schools to groom them For perverts as sex toys Others there were honored Largely on one basis For manipulating blacks While calling others racist Satan threw a party For all those he had sent He spoke of their deceptions And of their big tent At Satan’s wicked party All forms of evil lurked They voiced their admiration For Margaret Sanger’s work They glorified the wicked Who took away men’s choices Then toasted all the murders Of those who have no voices They cheered the Devil’s minions Whose evil never stops Who seek police defunding By demonizing cops They praised the deadly costs Of having open borders While honoring those men Despising law and order They then proposed a toast And looked back with reflection At the evil they could wreak When cheating at elections They lauded wicked men Supporting terror nations All these things they did At Satan’s celebration They honored Satan’s servants In the world of man Who mourned for terror lords And gave billions to Iran They highly praised those gals Filled with vile and hate Who love those terror nations But loathe the Jewish state Satan threw a party For all those he had sent He spoke of their deceptions And of their big tent They honored his dark minions Who hate the Jewish land And gave a thumbs up to the man Who armed the Taliban Demonic vile ungodly They laughed and cheered quite hearty At all the wicked deeds they’d done There at Satan’s party
SILENCING THE LAMB
by Mark Linen, posted on 2020/04/13
Mary had a little lamb From schools he’s been expelled Where ever heaven’s been cast out The void gets filled by hell Where children used to laugh and play Now they run and hide Where Mary’s Lamb once held a seat The dragon now resides Parents thoughts no longer are Did their child have fun Foremost now on their minds Are maniacs with guns Young generations now consumed With little more than self Society must now contend With failing mental health In our schools and in our homes Our young display aggression And sadly there has been a rise In drug use and depression Morality now frowned upon We revel in our sins Where the Lamb has been cast out The dragon soon moves in We've seen a change in our young Since removing prayer Where once we witnessed playful joy Now there's just despair Hopelessness now run amok Which lead to suicides Where Christ has been evicted Satan now resides Too many of our young lives lost So many that have died As even Christian pastors Have cast the lamb aside Child murder called a “human right” Some claim a right to slaughter As leftist rush to pass their laws To kill our sons and daughters We live now in an age Of deception death and violence As we reap what we have sown Since the Lamb was silenced.
A Slack Hand Causes Poverty
by Harlan Brown
A slack hand causes poverty, But the hand of the diligent makes rich. A slack hand causes poverty, But the hand of the diligent makes rich. Being so lazy is really quite crazy, For diligence helps lead to true success. A slack hand causes poverty, But the hand of the diligent makes rich. A slack hand causes poverty, But the hand of the diligent makes rich. Go to the ant, O sluggard; go to the ant today. Go to the ant, O sluggard, and carefully consider her way. Having no chief or ruler, she works in summer heat, Gathering food for winter; then she has plenty to eat. How long will you, O sluggard, lie there and oversleep? Do you not know, O sluggard, what you sow is what you will reap? Lying in idle slumber, you fold your hands to rest. Poverty soon attacks you; laziness will not be bless'd. Wake now, O sleeping worker, awaken from your sleep! Wake now, O sleeping worker, and you'll find a harvest to reap! A slack hand causes poverty, But the hand of the diligent makes rich.
A Spring Night Outside Our House
by Harlan Brown, May 19, 2010
The crickets chirp in our back yard. A pale moon glistens in the sky, And in the ditch and nearby creek A frog choir sings a lullaby. Like upright, silent sentinels Tall maples, oaks, and sweet gums stand. Across the road a street light glares. Tree shadows stretch across the land. The grass is damp from recent rain. The croaking creatures now rejoice, And mankind hears their glad refrain, The sound of nature's nighttime voice.
Ten Things That I Am Thankful For
by Harlan Brown, Oct. 14, 2020
The Bible says, "Every good and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change" (James 1:17 ESV).
Thank You, God, for Your awesome creation. Thank You, God, for Your plan of salvation. Thank You, God, for the gift of life. Thank You, God, for my lovely wife. For the spiritual gifts You give; For the house in which we now live. Thank You, God, for food and water. Thank You for our son and daughter. Thank You, God, for every brother. Thank You for my dad and mother. These are things I'm thankful for. I could write a whole lot more.
Thank You, God
by Harlan Brown, August 4, 2017
Thank You, God, for the gift of life. Thank You, God, for my lovely wife. Thank You, God, for Your holy Son. Thank You, God, for the things He's done. Thank You, God, for the rights He waived. Thank You, God. By His life we're saved. Thank You, God, for the death He died. Thanks. By faith we are sanctified. Thank You, God. By His wounds we're healed. Thank You, God, for the truth revealed. Thank You, God, for the love You bring. Thank You, God, for our coming King. Thank You, God, for the Spirit's sword. Thank You, God, for our glorious Lord. Most of all, God, please help us love By the power that's from above.
The Chiefs, the People, the Jab, the Choice
by Harlan Brown, Sept. 18, 2021, added a stanza on Sept. 19
"I want to save lives," says Commander-in-chief. "We have too much death, and it's causing much grief. I have a solution: The jab you must take. 'Your body, my choice' is the rule I now make." "Dictator and tyrant I now imitate, Just trust me, please trust me, before it's too late. So hurry, don't dawdle, and we all will win. And don't hesitate as my patience wears thin." "Now wait just a minute!" we gasp in dismay. "You have no right to take health freedom away. We each have the right to our informed consent, Yes, even if truly the jab is well-meant. We've seen videos of those sadly disabled. The fact-checkers claim that the cause is mislabeled. We wonder if really the jab is the cause. The high rising numbers for sure give us pause. Reports have been filed claiming thousands of deaths. That hundreds of thousands claim harm takes our breaths. And Harvard discovered re reports' extent That VAERS captures less than a mere one per cent. If jabs harm a patient, the patient can't sue, Even if harm was to negligence due. Jabs don't stop infection and don't stop transmission. That puts the poor jabbed in an awkward position. A broadcaster sought unjabbed who had regrets So jab-hesitants could receive epithets. The broadcaster with swift responses pain-studded From 39,000 jab-injured was flooded. So questions arise over how chiefs are counting And also as life-saving treatments are mounting. The chiefs do not want to allow a discussion. Just march to the drumbeat of strict, stern percussion! The facts of the jab are a source of division. Big Tech holds the jab-hesitant in derision. The safety of jabs is not just the sole issue. There's testing of jabs that employ fetal tissue. That leads to the question of whom we can trust. Commander-in-chief has a view that's unjust. For culture of life the chief just has no room. He's for the mass murder of babes in the womb. And three-lettered agencies go right along. Aborticide as birth control is their song. The Chief Doctor blithely spends taxpayers' money For fresh parts from quick-butchered babies to study. We call for repentance with our daily breath. Our nation is cursed with a culture of death. For justice and mercy we lift up our voice. Forgiveness or judgment--God gives us a choice.
THE GOP: Faux-Life?
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/10
We’ve empowered them to act They do nothing instead After their in place Babes still end up dead What is it that they fear What is it that they doubt Should the unborn now be saved The pro-life (voters) would not turn out? Or can it possibly be That this is their chosen trick To use these precious babes Like carrots on a stick So day after day We see these babes demise While those who are faux-life Keep feeding us their lies They’ll claim to be pro-life And after they have won They’ll toss us bits and pieces But little has been done They keep us hanging on I’ve seen this in the past With temporary progress That never seems to last They’ll rage against these murders Till after they have won(elections) Then they’ll turn around And help provide them(abortionists) funds Despite their spoken rhetoric Millions now are dead Are they truly pro-life Or just faux-life instead But we must not give up In this land we trod For duty it is ours But results belong to God
The People of God Have Been a Blessing to Me
by Harlan Brown, October 28, 2020
The Bible says, "I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy" (Philippians 1:3-4 ESV).
The people of God have been a blessing to me. We pray for each other; that's the way it should be. Kind words of encouragement can foster such glee. The cards, calls, and emails come. Last year in the hospital the visitors came. While I was in rehab it was more of the same. I'm thankful for them; I could now call them by name. Let's praise God and beat the drum! When I got back home my life at first was quite hard. Two brothers came over and did mow all our yard. The people who cared I now esteem and regard As servants of Jesus Christ. I'm blessed with a pastor preaching Jesus as Lord. God's word is for us a mighty spiritual sword. The teachings online help keep us in one accord. These blessings cannot be priced.
THE RULING CLASS: Hypocrites of the Highest Order^
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
They’ll share a world of wealth With their sons and daughters These mighty privileged folks Of the highest order There’s nothing that they’re lacking Of all our worldly needs Yet they’re seeking more With never ending greed Those monsters on the left Consider us their fools They fly their private jets But say WE should car pool They live behind high walls (With) guards posted at their gates But tell US border walls Are forged with racial hate They send their precious children To cushy private schools But say for ours to go Is just against the rules On foreign interference We often hear them quote But then they’ll seek to tell us To let illegals vote They travel with armed guards To keep THEM safe from harm But claim that you and I Should not have firearms They nurture their own children But kill our sons and daughters The left are hypocrites Of the highest order They’d force these things on us But give themselves a pass They’re arrogant and heady They are the ruling class
THE SUN RISE / THE SON RISE
by Mark Linen, posted on 2023/08/11
THE SUN RISE At first with thanks to God My day is soon begun The darkness chased away With the rising of the sun Darkness rules the night With mystery and surprises But darkness is dispelled When the sun arises To live a perfect life So many times I’ve tried But sinful man I am Each attempt has died A chief of all who sin In this world of vice Eternal life is mine Cause Jesus paid the price The outcome is assured The victory is won I think of Jesus’ rising (Resurrection) Each time I see the sun The Father’s only Son He’s knocking at our doors He tells us to Repent Then go and sin no more Satan lost the fight Which each believer knows His wicked fate was sealed When the Son arose Death has been defeated The victory is now won Conquered by the glory Of the risen Son You too can be free Eternal life the prize You can be redeemed Because the Son did rise THE SON RISE
THOSE ON THE LEFT HAND (Matthew 25:41)
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Those on the left Think they’re better than you They think they can tell you Just what to do What you should eat And what you should drink HOW you should feel And WHAT you should think They come up with rules For you to follow Applied to themselves Those rules ring hollow They harp about freedoms They harp about choices Then demonize Opposing voices The left they are expert At running our lives For us they make laws That they won’t play by Their hate for our nation They just cannot hide Our founding values They will not abide Christ, he’s intolerant (Unborn) Babies aren’t people (Biblical) Marriage is hateful Christians are sheeple Serving themselves They mislead the masses (Romans 16:18) Lying to groups Races and classes Their arguments all Rely on one basis ALL disagreement They label racist Their weapons of choice Division and hate With false accusations Instead of debate They won’t tolerate Info that’s real Facts do not matter Just how THEY FEEL Deception and lies For them are the norm They are of their father His acts they’ll perform (John 8:44)
TOMORROW MOURNING
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
When I heard the horrid news My mind was filled with rage Of a public lynching In this day and age He told them that he couldn’t breathe But with his life they toyed Ignored his desperate pleas for help Then MURDERED Mr. Floyd The story of a single man Who’d been subdued and bound Cruelly then put on display And MURDERED on the ground I mourned for him the day I heard And every day since then Bound and slowly tortured Killed by WICKED men Emotion overflows my cup Each day gets sadder yet I’m overcome with pain and grief For this man I’ve never met My rage has now subsided My grief has gotten worse His story’s gotten sadder still From when I heard it first I mourned for him on yesterday My soul consumed with grief His image branded on my mind There’s been no true relief In my mind I can’t turn off This image we’ve been seeing Such things should never happen to A single human being Grief has over filled my heart (My) emotions still a storming For many more tomorrows I know I’ll still be mourning TOMORROW MOURNING: The Brutal Murder of George Floyd
Train to Somewhere
by Harlan Brown, August 11, 2001
I hear the whistle blowing O'er the pine trees in the park. The engine's chugging smoothly. It will soon be getting dark.The locomotive started At a station far away. It traveled 'cross the country 'fore it made it here today. I wonder where it's going, Where it's heading to tonight. Where will it be tomorrow When the sunrise brings new light? Do you know where you're going-- You, your 50 billion cells? If you don't know where you're going You may end up somewhere else.
Twelve Spiritual Blessings That I Am Thankful For
by Harlan Brown, October 22, 2020
The Bible says, "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places" (Ephesians 1:3 ESV).
Jesus’s life, death, and resurrection Send as the outcome of His perfection Spiritual blessings in our direction. Praise to the Lord for His grace. I thank the Lord for the fact He chose me. Thanks be to God that He really knows me. I thank my God that He daily grows me. Jesus helps me run life's race. For these things now I do also praise Thee: Wisdom and truth that indeed amaze me, Your true forgiveness that surely saves me, Inheritance from above. I thank the Father He did adopt me. I am so grateful He never dropped me. With His help life's trials have not stopped me. I praise the Lord for His love.
Two Ways
by Harlan Brown
(a song for the young and for the young at heart)
Two ways of life, there are two ways of living. One way is getting, the other is giving. Two ways of life, there are two ways to live. Happiness comes when we learn how to give.
UNASHAMED
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/02/04
I’m unashamed of Christ In whom I place my trust Unashamed to speak against Those things that are unjust Unashamed of my belief (That)There was a worldwide flood Unashamed to place my trust In my Savior’s blood Unashamed of my defense Of the sanctity of life Unashamed of my belief In Godly(Biblical) man and wife Unashamed to speak the truth Though rejection I will face Unashamed that in my life It’s Christ who takes first place In a time when we’re restricted From mentioning Christ’s name You’ll find that of my Savior I’m boldly unashamed Unashamed to speak the truth With all my imperfections Even though from those I love I know I’ll face rejection Unashamed to walk away From divisive hate filled tones Unashamed to stand for right Though I may stand alone Unashamed to lend my voice To those who now have none And I’ll be unashamed When I stand before the Son
#WALKAWAY: Ostracized for Truth
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Now that we’ve walked away Our lives have now been changed As family and dear friends They see us now as strange Be strong in your convictions As this one thing I know Should you speak the truth You’ll soon become the foe So when you walkaway Do not dare look back Though you’re sure to be Abandoned and attacked To exercise self- thought Is not without its cost Some family and dear friends Relationships we’ve lost Because we’ve walked away We’ve found we’ve been rejected By all of those whose minds The left has long infected When they are not empowered The left cries we’re(America) in trouble They’ve set some lofty standards Which only comes in doubles (double standards) No longer are we blinded By smooth words of seduction We’ve walked away from those Who spread hate and destruction Let truth spread far and wide From one coast to the next From the north unto the south From the east unto the west Dare to speak the truth Now this has been foretold Enemies will arise And they’ll be from your household No longer are we party To their violence hate and lies We’ve proudly walked away Though we’ve been ostracized
#WALKAWAY : The Exodus
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
We’ve witnessed sheer corruption And heard deceptive lies The truth now bare before us We now have open eyes No longer the deceived No longer the misled Like Lazarus who once slept Now risen from the dead (John 11: 44) We’ve walked away for truth Not blind as in the past (Mark 8:18) We’ve recognized the hate Of those who’d put us last They eat the bread of evil Violence (is) their chief beverage (Proverbs 4:17) They lie and twist the truth (Romans 16:17- 18) In their search for (political) leverage Foremost in their minds A hatred for this land We know a house divided Cannot hope to stand (Mark 3:24) No longer the deceived No longer the misled No longer are we counted Among the living dead (Matthew 8:22) To the unborn and the helpless They bring death’s icy kiss Who knows but, that we were born For such a time as this (Esther 4:14) Their actions speak more loudly (Matthew 7: 15- 17) Than the words they say With righteousness in tow We’ve now walked away
The Way to Permanent Faith
by Harlan Brown, Apr. 4, 2016
Inspiration for this poem came while I was reading the April 4 devotional in My Utmost for His Highest: An Updated Edition in Today's Language by Oswald Chambers, edited by James Reimann.
After we to God relate The Holy Spirit sets us straight. Our faith must then be exercised, In daily life be realized. A faith that temporary is Seeks only after blessings His. At first we find our faith sustained By feelings and by blessings gained. But then come dark times God allows; With faith that's lasting He endows. To climb to faith's enduring peak It's God Himeelf that we must seek.
We Praise
by Harlan Brown in 2002
We praise our great Father in heaven on high, Who gave us His Son and sent Him here to die. He loves us so much. His desire is to give. And all who believe shall eternally live. We worship our Saviour called Jesus, the Son. He came down from heaven. The vict'ry He won. He died for our sins and then rose from the dead. By His godly teachings we daily are led. We cherish God's Spirit of truth and of love, Who dwells now inside us from heaven above. He counsels and comforts our hearts to embrace And flows in and out like a river of grace.
What Musical Instrument Does God Never Play?
by Harlan Brown on March 8, 2008
God made all and does what He decides. He rules all; in Heaven He resides. He can play a clarinet or flute, Or a lively trumpet he can toot. But one instrument He never plays, Doesn't play it ever all His days. What's the answer to this puzzling riddle? What God never plays is second fiddle.
WHAT SOLOMON SAW (1 Kings 3:16- 27)
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/01/26
When parents kill children I’m in saddened awe But now I see What Solomon saw Solomon saw One loving mother A cold blooded killer He saw in the other The times may be different But the act’s still the same To murder one’s child With no hint of shame Instead of regret Loud boasting instead As they celebrate That their children are dead These demonic ones Who revel in slaughter They happily murder Their own sons and daughters They broadcast these murders After they’re done I’m shocked and amazed At what we’ve become When parents kill children I’m in saddened awe But now I see What Solomon saw Solomon saw One loving mother A cold heartless killer He saw in the other The unborn are humans Such is a fact Yet far too many Approve of these acts May these icy hearts Soon melt and thaw So that they can see What Solomon saw
When will it end?
anonymous
This is a poem from the 1940s during World War II. I got the poem from my granduncle many years ago. The title has been added.
Absolute knowledge I have none, But my niece's washerwoman's son Heard a policeman on his beat Say to a laborer in the street That he had a letter last week Written in the finest Greek From a Chinese coolie in Timbuctoo, Who said the natives in Cuba knew A sun-burned man in a Texas town Who got it straight from a circus clown That a man in the Klondike heard the news From a detective who had some clues Who heard of a society woman of late Whose mother-in-law will undertake To prove that her husband's sister knows, As stated in a printed piece, That she has a son who has a friend Who knows when the war is going to end.
WOMEN’S RIGHTS: A Sporting Chance
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/06/15
The women all came out I took a second glance A man stood in the group Those girls don’t stand a chance A difference quite profound I doubt he can be beat As girls must now compete Gainst wicked men who cheat No slight to you females Most men are simply stronger So much for women’s rights This couldn’t be much wronger True ladies should be prized (As) another gift from God Enhancing lives of men In this land we trod No slight to all you girls Most men are faster still You should be up in arms Your chances just got killed So much for women’s rights In this world of sin Perversion gets promoted And losers get the win When I read these things I’ve found I get quite heated Second place for girls Because some MAN has cheated So much for women’s rights It seems that no one cares These females have been cheated This victory should be theirs They’ve lost to wicked MEN Who have NO sense of shame These MEN should now be stripped (of the victory) And rightful winners named Men disguised as girls For sports this is the worst (The) true winners are denied While cheaters come in first This is a grave injustice A shame and a disgrace When those who should have won Are crowned with second place Females CLEARLY wronged Such bitter circumstance Surely they deserve To have a sporting chance The athletes all came out I took a second glance Among them stood a man The girls don’t stand a chance
Work While You Work
This poem was published in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in McGuffey's Primer. It is also included in The Book of Virtues by William Bennett, a book that I highly recommend.
Work while you work, play while you play; One thing each time, that is the way. All that you do, do with your might; Things done by halves are not done right.
WRITING THE WRONGS
by Mark Linen, posted 2020/08/21
Sometimes in the day And sometimes late at night When these thoughts appear I take a pause and write I write of Anti- Christs And the awful shame Where it’s now illegal To call on Jesus’ name Appeals to common sense Have failed me for so long So now in my frustrations I simply write these wrongs I write of NEWBORN babes Their torture and their woe How those who wield great power Have placed them on death roe Debate has proven useless Against the angry throngs So now with my God’s guidance I sit and write the wrongs I write of Sodom’s pride And marriage re-defined Of sexualizing children And depravity of minds I’ve tried to make my points With scripture as my guide But when politics is god My Christ gets cast aside I write of this one party Who’ve chosen death and hate Where reason’s frowned upon And so is fair debate I mourn for my poor people Who’ve chosen mental thrall Of Margaret Sanger’s standing While other statues fall No longer do I reason With the angry throngs Left with no recourse I write about these wrongs I write of pure nonsense Now tainting our sports world Where females must compete With MEN disguised as girls I write of current attempts Both stealthy and quite vile To legalize the acts Of wicked pedophiles I’ve tried my best to warn The angry wicked throngs That when my Savior comes He’s going to right these wrongs.