Fiery Stones

Fiery Stones

Mammon throws
great fiery stones

and my God I hope he doesn't destroy us

and I am ducking and dodging
                 singing and writing
                     and Christians are all around us
still most times I feel all alone
children are dieing out rite starving
and some have nowhere to go home
but you wont here my songs on the radio

because Mammon throws
 great fiery stones
and my God I hope he doesn't destroy us
will his henchmen burn in hell
I know, they'll never defeat Lord Jesus

Mammon throws
 great fiery stones
and I just got burned by one of their flames
I wonder long can I stay out of their way
if one gets me I'll know why
and rest in the knowledge that I will rise
come the glorious day

Mammon throws
 great fiery stones
like a wrecking ball
 he's destroying our nations financial bones
wish he would put'm down and leave us alone
guess he's rather build his future kingdom
made of fire and stone
even all the ones that were thrown
even all the ones that were thrown

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/18/2009 4:30:00 PM

I have read your poetry and enjoyed it. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. You have done an outstanding job writing this poem. May you have a wonderful and inspiring weekend Mark. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/18/2009 6:48:00 AM

The personification of wealth as a false God destroying the structure of our nation is depicted in a compelling way in this write, Mark. Indeed, our nation's financial bones have been shattered in the battle between those who have money and those who have none. Of course, it is always the poor who suffer at the end of such a battle. But as you say, the righteous will prevail on Judgment Day. Excellent poem! Love, Carolyn