17 April 2011 9:45 Am
I ride the wind and travel the earth
I always ave since the begining of my birth
I was consieved within the heart of God
And was born on the wind from the mouth of God
We rushed forth as He said " Let there be Light"
And across the waters we started our flight
We helped dry the land as the waters gathered to form the sea
We cleaned the dust from the plants as God declared them to be
The wind whistled a gleefull tune through the trees
As He made the stars for all to remember me
Then we helped Gods birds learn to fly as we supported their wings
We made waves on the ocean for His fish to help keep it clean
And then we watched with awe and wonder
As He created creatures of every kind and splendor
The last was made with His very hands
In His own image He made man
We were drawn into His lungs
And He breathed us out into His creation His young
The man opened up his eyes to see
The Father of all and the wind and me
And as God looked around at what He had done
He settled down to rest and that was week one
Who am I you ask? Who can I be?
Why I am time and history!
In days of great philosophy
Debate exposed false sophistry
Where trust was in mythology
That promised Godly equity
When death became reality.
And reasoned men could once again
Speak truth to power without pain
From despots who secured each gain
Co-opting God for their domain
Of vile debaucheries so vain.
What moral compass spoke the word
To pedophiles in robes absurd
That swore it was the Christ they heard
Who blessed the pot of sin they stirred
As rape of children long endured.
Oh Ye who gather with the crowd
Beware of them who shout too loud:
"Believe that we are God endowed,
Divinely made both pure and proud"
Lest not their boasts become your shroud.
REMEMBERING
September 11th is an historical day
Memories that will not fade away
Lives were lost in this disaster
Done by men to whom God is not master
They destroyed icons on American soil
And caused American's tempers to boil
But unity came from this melee
For all the world to watch and see
With God in charge, America stands tall
United we stand, never to fall
Let's not forget the events of that day
And remember it daily as we pray
That God in His sovereignty will heal our land
That by His grace, we'll forever stand
And the USA will always be
The home of the brave and the land of the free
Curtis Moorman
October 2002
From Topeca County
To Maryland and back
Thurgood spoke to the little flock
"I've opened door and country,
Now children, in the struggle don't look back
O children, don't you look back."
Man made laws defended their immoral cause
But the Spirit of God is not blind
Education's sun the cold chill now thaws
We'll show you have an eqaul but better mind
From this struggle, children, don't look back
O children, don't you look back
Rise up, Phoenix, now take your place
Wing the senates, the schools and courts
O shine the bright lamps of your face
To plough the darkness, seed beyond sports
Carry the struggle, and don't look back
O children, don't you look back
Then Thurgood went to sleep, God rest him
Press the strugglr for your children and for love of him.
Zeus, thou art the king of gods,
The ruler of the heavens,
Wielder of Aeigis and the lightning rod,
Which are your personal weapons.
Poseidon, thou art the earth-shaker,
The ruler of the seas,
Weilder of the trident, brother of the rain-maker
The gifts of horses made from thee.
Hades, thou art the god of rich,
The ruler of the dead,
Made thy home by river Styx,
In the underworld of dread.
Aphrodite, thou art the goddess of beauty,
you are like no other,
Sympathetic, elegant, and ever so pretty,
In the hearts of many lovers.
Athena, thou art the goddess of wisdom,
And ever so athletic,
You are a fine craftsman and the only one
To wield Aegis,whom Zeus entrusted.
Ares, thou art the god of war,
brutal and loves to destroy,
strike one blow with your mighty sword,
to kill one with lust and joy.
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