Posted on 12/03/2001 1:46:05 AM PST by Mudboy Slim
"Here Was A Man"
(To be spoken--Johnny Cash-like--over a lonely keyboard version of "Joy to the World")
"Here was a man...a man who was born in a small village, the son of a peasant woman. He grew up in another small village. Until He reached the age of thirty, He worked as a carpenter; then, for three years, He was a travelling minister. But He never travelled more than two hundred miles from where He was born, and where He did go, He usually walked. He never held political office, He never wrote a book, He never bought a home, He never had a family, He never went to college, and He never set foot inside a big city, yet...here was a man.
Here was a man...though He never did one of those things that you usually associate with greatness, He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this World, except through the Divine Purpose that brought Him to this World.
While He was still a young man, the Tide of Popular Opinion turned against Him. Most of His FRiends ran away...one of them denied Him, one of them betrayed Him and turned Him over to his Enemies. Then, He went through the mockery of a Trial and was nailed to a Roman Cross between two thieves. And even while He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had in this World, and that was His robe, His Purple Robe. When He was dead, He was taken down from the cross and laid in a borrowed grave, provided by a compassionate FRiend.
More than Nineteen Centuries have come and gone, and today He's the Centerpiece of the Human Race, Our Leader, and the Column to Human Destiny. And I think I'm well within the mark when I say that All of the Armies that Ever Marched, All of the Navies that Ever Sailed, All of the Legislative Bodies that Ever Sat, and All of the Kings that Ever Reigned...All of Them Put Together have not affected the Life of Man on this Earth so Powerfully as that One Solitary Life...
Here was a man."
The soldiers were restless without any beds,
While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap,
Had just settled down for a cold, barren winter's nap,
When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.
The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow,
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.
And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be President Bush.
More rapid than eagles his forces they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names:
"Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!"
As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
So up to the ledge his forces they flew
With full magazines, and flamethrowers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud
The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
Osama was there, disguised in a gown.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
And he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
He said "I'm going to Baghdad and I'm not looking back!"
His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
But a Marine Corps sniper shot him dead in the head.
I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;
I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
His voice boomed in my ears, "You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
But you were too arrogant to understand,
I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
But you are the last thing that this world needs.
And so, I'll send you and bin Laden to Hell.
The last words I heard, as the bombs fell,
Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
"One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!"
Author Unknown
Thanks to lodwick fer sharing...MUD
Poet's promised to continue sharing his talent with us on the "Black" threads...so you just keep on comin' back now, ya hear?!!
LOL and FReegards...MUD
FReegards...MUD
...there's thread out there I pinged you to that you really should see asap.
Validation:
Where are they?
a brief note in history
guilty of murdering
the great man of mystery
There are others
who would do the same
to anyone
preaching in His name
Like a dream they have faded away
chased away as a vision of the night
never again to see the light
His memory lives on to this day
Their triumph was shortlived
their joy only for a moment
they linger in their graves
with souls long dormant
while His words live on
theirs long gone
He wears the crown
preached from town to town
It's a battle they can't win
but they refuse to cease
their wickedness and sin
their souls will be fed to the beasts
soon to be cast into the Lake of Fire
unconsumed in eternal torment
along with the great liar
Copyright(c) 1999 By John J. Lindsay.All Rights Reserved
July 17, 1996
No danger of that happening, my FRiend...just got a lot on my plate these days. "Talked" to our mutual FRiend, LGE, and she says she's up to her eyeballs in some VERRRRY interesting stuff but couldn't elaborate just yet. IMHO, 2002 is going to be a VERRRRY GOOD YEAR for the Righteous Forces of Justice!!
"...there's thread out there I pinged you to that you really should see asap."
Saw it and responded...amazing how small-minded folk can't handle someone spewing the Truth, ain't it?!
Lib'ralism is DEAD...it's adherents just ain't ready to admit it yet!!
FReegards...MUD
"Their triumph was shortlived
their joy only for a moment
they linger in their graves
with souls long dormant
while His words live on
theirs long gone
He wears the crown
preached from town to town
It's a battle they can't win
but they refuse to cease
their wickedness and sin
their souls will be fed to the beasts
soon to be cast into the Lake of Fire
unconsumed in eternal torment
along with the great liar"
I realize who you are referencing as "He" as well as the identity of "the great liar," but you could just as easily apply this to "The Left's Triumph was short-lived..." and "Left's souls will be fed to the beasts" and, of course, the Great Liar as Der SchleekMeister!!
I love poetry that can be read at more than one level.
Keep 'em comin', my FRiend...MUD
Perhaps others understand Iran-Contra better than I and could explain it here, but it was always my impression that Reagan knew that abandoning the Nicaraguan FReedomFighters was Vile and Wrong, and thereby it could be inferred that he secretly supported whatever legal tactics were taken to keep them from being overrun by the DemonRATS' Sandanista MassMurderers. Did Ronaldus Maximus want to know the particulars?! Probably not, IMHO...it wouldn't have been politically-wise. And in the end, Ollie stepped up and did the honorable thing, which was to take responsibility for any bending of the Law, thereby keeping Reagan's name above the fray except for amongst the most Sycophantic Pro-Commies like the Effete Elite RAT Leadership!!
Like I said, though, this is just MHO and I'd like to hear more on this very valid issue.
FReegards...MUD
Gosh...I love those things!! Used to be I had to drink heavily to get'em, but increasingly, they come about despite absolute sobriety...LOL!!!
FReegards...MUD
Here's my second poem on the Book of Revelation relative to the four horsemen of the Apocalypse
Beware The Hoofbeats
Only one could open the book
even Angels were not permitted to look
the Blessed Lamb was the worthy one
He is Yahweh’s son
The First Seal
Four horsemen of different color
each was given evil power
one white, one red, one black, one pale
in the beginning they will not fail
The rider on the white horse
powered from the Satanic source
was given his instruction
to bring chaos and destruction
The Second Seal
Then the rider on the red horse
powered from the same source
will take peace from the earth
bringing mankind a great hurt
The Third Seal
Comes the rider on the black horse
with balances in his hand
speaking of weights and measures
to bring famine across the land
The Fourth Seal
The pale horse rider named Death
brings with him living Hell
with power over quarter of earth
bringing forth a groundswell
of pestilence and man eating beasts
lost souls will be the demon's feast
The Fifth Seal
The souls of them slain for God
for whose testimony they trod
over many lands to preach
a white robe will be given to each
The Sixth Seal
Now comes the devastating quake
causing all on earth to shake
in fear of the wrath of the Lamb
from which no one can withstand
The sun will turn black
while the moon turns to blood
'tis the start of great destruction
more devastating than the flood
But those that washed their robes
making them white in the blood of the Lamb
keeping their faith as did Job
they will be able to stand
and dwell with Him who shed His blood
for the redemption of man
The Seventh Seal
When He opened the seventh seal
a half hour of silence ensued
for the trumpets were about to sound
mankind was about to be bound
Copyright © 1999 By John J. Lindsay. All Rights Reserved
July 30 , 1996
Hmmmm...what do you mean by that, mi amigo? I'm not much of a scholar regarding the Seven Seals, but I always figgered the opening of the Seventh Seal would result in Mankind being UN-bound from the shackles of the Left and their Evil Drive towards Omnipresent and Omnipotent Power and Control!!
Maybe I need to do a bit more outside reading, but how much "poetic license" do you take in righting about such issues like this which have long been fodder for vigorous debate amongst the Illuminati?
FReegards...MUD
BTW, I have been very careful NOT to add or take away anything from the Book because of the warning in the book.
FReegards
John
Admittedly Mud, my admiration for President Reagan may be blindsiding me here. I have no qualms with what North, Poindexter, & Secord did regarding the aid to the Contras. But damn it, they should have told the Old Man what they had in mind first!
I know Ollie fairly well. I know he would love to make Jawn "Lawng Gawn Jawn" and vengeance would be sweet. But I think Ollie is enjoying his new-found TV fame and really doesn't have it in him to run a primary challenge. But if the RINO retired, which is what he ought to do, I would not be surprised to see Ollie mix it up with Gilmore, Goodlatte, Hager et. al.
Yahweh Give Me Wings
Yahweh give me wings
let me fly, let me soar
while my soul and spirit sings
as you guide me to Heaven's door
Yahweh, give me wings
let me soar, let me fly
while I view your wondrous things
as I reach beyond the sky
Yahweh, give me wings
so I can see the things
you have prepared for me
if you find me worthy
Yahweh, I'll spread my wings
and soar thru the air
I'll reach for your Golden Rings
knowing that you are there
And should I reach Your Heavenly gate
standing in line to hear my fate
I pray that my sins are few
that I have committed none that are new
if so, please forgive that sin
in the name of Yashua, please let me in
Copyright(c)1999 By John J. Lindsay. All rights Reserved
January 1, 1999
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