Skip to comments.Long Grows The Shadow Of Tyranny... short the day for repentance
Posted on 10/23/2020 4:14:09 PM PDT by usar4me
Long grows the shadow of tyranny upon the land cold, the hand of the despot upon our liberty falls. Who will stand, who will go, who will answer the call Whose blood did pave the streets of liberty? We few, we few men, whose lives did bleed, cry out; come, stay the course true, and live in peace forever renewed Die not the cowards curse, make sure freedoms thirst
Can the bards of time so eloquently lift, their voices to cry give us liberty or give us death and not be heard? Can there be so few, yet in this land, too rally round the tree of liberty? Whose voice shall our children dance too or labor now; whose cheers of joy shall our wives great Will it be freemen or the slaves of a new plantation?
Where comes this cry for justice in our land of law Who is it, that has turned the servant of the people, to be their masters Call. Will justice be blind, in a land battered by men, whose black robes so aptly hide their souls? Let the world know, that the law is the servant of the people, and the unjust judge will be overturned upon appeal, to a people True.
Woe to the tyrant whose eyes seize upon anothers life and property thinking to entice the wicked, to engage with him, as his appetite grows bold for more Until there is no more! Then, shall we hear the voice of the oppressed rise to heaven, and the Supreme Judge of the Land shall speak judgment upon the wicked.
Look up, for the day grows short and the sun soon sets; then, darkness will cover the wicked for a time and a season. But in the morning judgment comes, upon the wings of an angel, it comes. For, the tyrant shall not escape his end, it is certain; death's curtain shall embrace him, tomorrow and tomorrow, with an eternity of sorrow. Greet now thy makers voice, with joy Rejoice for He alone, will bring a conclusion to this all With liberty, we shall break the bounds of the despots call with the voice of freedom, we shall rally all. Amen.
BY: RA Nelson
Col. US Army (Ret.)
I don’t care what anybody says, if a cheeseburger isn’t at least a little greasy it’s just not good.
The Cross of Christ cuts the strings,
That the cross of the world made for puppet beings.
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