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The Devil’s Spawn.
By Joan Estelle High
©2-10-2006
You know, it is a perilous time we live in today.
Violence seems about to shake the foundation of the earth.
Sinful and ignorance men seem to hold good people at bay
Stupid angry people stamp their feet and rant and curse.
As they become the Boggy man of the world.
They profess that they are outraged at some harmless cartoon.
Which only mirror back the black feet of their souls
It doesn’t make their leader a laughing stock
But only shows them as a pack of goons.
Just some petty bullies on the block
In reality it is they, who have no respect for their God.
It is they that bring shame upon the name of those they call their own.
Their behavior is an excuse for venting their personal anger
If not at God or His creations, but at themselves and their own limitations
The only thing they know how to do is to kill
Was it a genetic mutation that has watered down
the intelligence of a respected ancient people who once were great.
Where many wonders of the ancient world once were found.
From world class libraries and pyramids from an ancient date.
What happened to this people where is the noble blood line of old.
These souls who never quite made it in previous lives.
Were giving the one last chance again to learn.
God wanted to make sure they had ever opportunity
before he throws these flawed models in to the pit to burn
Now a lot of people say "Burn Baby Burn"
Even a mighty God makes mistakes some times
As a potter He sometimes has to destroy His works of clay.
The angry people know that their time is very short.
Before the ending of this chapter of God’s Eternal play.
They are being written out of the story even as we talk.
Some times God will try to rescue some of them,
From the garbage heap of ignorance and shame.
He will see a divine spark that is not extinguished yet,
and He will give them one more chance to play the game.
But His patience is running short.
He will weigh the slowness of their brain, the difficulty of
their lot.
Against the goodness in their heart, and if their light will dawn.
God doesn’t want any body to perish, but some times He has to choose
between the ones that love and serve Him and the Devil’s spawn
Some times He cuts his loses and then He just moves on.
Now who decides when a life is still fresh and new.
What this life can or can not or just will not do?
What gives one lucky soul days of plenty and ease.
While for another it is bedbugs, roaches and fleas.
Why for some folks a big house and a Cadillac car.
For others it is cold beans from an old Mason jar.
He gets a great body, it is both rugged and strong.
Then the next poor fellow has his feet put on wrong.
That pretty lady sits sadly at home, all day, alone.
She is grieving for the children that she never had.
While only next door the neighbors ten lively kids,
Are driving their poor mother, stark raving mad.
It does seem funny to me and I am not that bright.
That God who hung up the stars and created the night.
He created life out of matter, made us all from scratch.
He taught the birds how to fly, and the chickens to hatch.
He could have done a much better job at dividing thing out.
Nobody should be so very poor nor have wealth to flout.
Any mother with kids could show him Him how it's done.
Don't give all to one kid and leave the others with none.
So maybe if God were a mother, it would be better.
Things would get divided right down to the letter.
Sickness and rotten poverty would no longer exist.
And mother would wipe all tears with a kiss.
If God were a mother.
Thou God who made the world.
Create in me a new body
Renewed in strength, vigorous and sound.
Remove from this body any blemish
That would keep it from being the perfect body.
Cast the beam from my eyes that I may be healed now.
I know there is no disease, no illness, no blemish.
That you can not set straight.
To limit God is an error of my mind.
Thou God who made the world.
Create in me a new mind.
Renewed in strength, vigorous and sound.
Remove from my mind all sin and stain.
Make my mind more like the mind of Christ.
Thou God who made the world
Call my soul to Thee
Let me remember how it was in the Garden.
Where you walked with me in the cool of the day.
Renew my strength, give me support to go on.
As I will reach ever upward to my heavenly home.
Let me find at last the path that leads me back to Thee.
Amen
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Song playing is " All Heaven Declares"