His Jewish Face.
All of a sudden we no longer had names,
a gold star on our coats to make us feel ashamed.
All of a sudden they branded our arms,
numbers in ink like herds being farmed.
All of a sudden no homes did we own,
what money we had in our coats we had sewn.
All of a sudden no friends that we knew
would acknowledge us now
they could not know a Jew.
All of a sudden to ghettos we were led,
where we met with starvation
no food to be fed.
All of a sudden they came with their tanks,
their soldiers on foot and their high Commandants.
All of a sudden as the trains then grew near,
they divided us from the ones we held so dear.
All of a sudden as the trains pulled away,
we knew that on earth this would be our last day,
Then;
All of a sudden because of our 'chosen' race,
we met with Our Lord with his own Jewish Face.
Front Row Bible Group
Wonder if priest heard latest scoop;
In front row saw Bible study group;
Singing along,
Another song;
From him knowledge we did recoup.
We by coincidence we all in the
first two rows.
To my mind God could be confined;
All he will offer should be combined,
Things do grow;
Had told me so;
Spirit of His Son on us always shined;
God did not show so were disappointed,
And by him we never had been anointed;
Without our God,
Would be fraud;
Were disorganized and appeared disjointed.
Remember Day of Disappointment?
On all of God's talents we became reliant;
To Ten commandants must be compliant;
Could there be a way,
We know what to say;
Wish he understood things which we meant.
Jim Horn
Looks Like My Godly Limericks
Wonder if priest heard latest scoop;
In front row saw Bible study group;
Singing along,
Another song;
From much knowledge did recoup.
To my mind God could be confined,
But with all He should be combined,
And with will go;
Had told me so;
Spirit of His Son on us always shined;
God did not show so were disappointed,
And by him we never had been anointed
Without our God,
Would be fraud;
Were disorganized and appeared disjointed.
On each of God's talent are always reliant;
With Ten commandants must be compliant;
Could there be a way,
We knew what to say;
Wish he understood things which we meant.
Jim Horn