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Without the Light, darkness descends
blinding the minds and hearts of men
foolish words and twisted thoughts
truth and error are tangled and tossed.
Prince of darkness spews his lies
“do what is right in your own eyes”
down the wicked path of deceit
away from God, His truth to seek.
Sacred sanctity of new life
becomes a nuisance, source of strife
abort the child, call it their right
an ugly evil, horrible sight.
Fresh flowers are the children’s hearts
immoral lies are poisoned darts
to change their sex, not be as they are
is against God’s plan, always “on par”.
Bitter the apple, once tender and sweet
endless our strife, til the Savior we meet
which path to tread, be it narrow or wide
the one to life, or condemned to die?
As knights dressed in the Prince's armor
we ready ourselves for battle against the forces of the prince of darkness.
We fortify the borders of our country -
ready to defend and attack!
Our hands are strengthened by double edged swords,
created by the Prince Himself.
Our armor is made with the finest and strongest metal,
shining brightly for all to see.
Our shields are powerful enough to deflect any blow.
United we stand against our enemy,
impenetrable against all blows.
We rise and march as one,
in the Name of our Prince of Light -
and His Father, our King, -
conquering the forces of darkness
and expanding our borderlines
until His Kingdom will reign over all the earth.
Form:
The world wears the shroud of sin and death,
Its inward eye engulfed in darkness of unfaith,
Blackened with despair of deliberate rejection of Christ
Whose Agape Love manifested on the cross.
Gripped by the prince of darkness the inmates stroll in pleasures,
A game ‘twixt life and death is on roll.
Multitudes of God’s image tarnished by ‘sweet’ bitterness,
The only prey laid at everyone’s doorstep
With every calculation of hellish clock,
Winding and rewinding the conscience of mankind.
I behold souls fall into the chasm of darkness,
My heart bleeds at the death of the souls
Who could have confessed Christ in life;
But their denial has trapped them to blackness.
Can the souls on earth be saved?
Yes, but their confession of the Son will save them.
Let my soul send a supplication unto Heaven.
Letter To USA
We stand with you big brother
Consider your friendship the best
You've often been there to help us
When we found ourselves in distress
True we joke about each other
But do so in harmless fun
We remain loyal to our friendship
Our goal being freedom for each one
You've earned our admiration
As your neighbour we know we are blest
You've supported us through hard times
Two countries marching abreast
Some of your soldier's died to save our wounded
I dare say this is true
And many Canadians still bow their heads
When flying at half-staff they see the Red, White and Blue
There are those whose aim is to divide us
As they provoke war among kin and friend
If we fail to stand up against powers in high places
Our liberties are destined to abruptly end
Don't be fooled by deceivers ruled by the Prince of Darkness
Whose motive is to enslave mankind in poverty
War is raging against the Home of the Brave and Land of the Free
We cannot fail in this war for freedom
We cannot permit evil to reign supreme
We must leave our descendants with hope for a future
To achieve the American Dream
by Joan Donnelly Ellis Sept. 2015
—The Hymn of Women—
O Lord Son of God, you really are standing there after you have defeated the corrupted world with your tender flesh
O my Lord true Son of Man, you really are standing there after subdued by the wicked minds
O my Lord great soul, you who did not break the poor women’s
vulnerable heart, really are standing there with a compassionate
gesture after you have crossed over the abyss of death, the river
that the dark prince reigns
O Jesus the most precious name, when your flesh that is torn
and wounded turns into a glowing candle to shine the darkness
from the cross high above the prince of darkness kneels before you,
the flame of life in us burns forever as a candle light that never wanes or dies.
For you sinless blood cleanses us and your open wound eases our pain,
O my Lord; the horrifying shout on the cross now echoes in our heart
with the echo of great passion, the desperate cry that once pierced us quickly
now embraces our soul with the hug of great fervency
For the Lord of resurrection is standing there in the early morning soft sunlight,
for the king of glory the true life is standing before our very own eyes with open arms, our sorrow turns to joy, we celebrate
For your victory over death, the Lord, we praise your name ‘Christ Jesus’
we worship you the Lord of resurrection
His lips are the west gates of night
His lips are the east gates of light
Bursting night and light, we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His height is the five depths we view
His height is the ten skies of blue
Deep chasm and sky’s tower, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
He sits on wheels of fate that binds
He sits on the wheels of blessed winds
Wheels of stars, wheels moved by wind, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Has a burning scroll blistering
Has a burning scroll flickering
Destroying flames, cleansing flames, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His hand holds a wolf with no love
His hand has an eagle and dove
Earth bound demons, sky angels, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His eyes are the black stars of might
His eyes are the sun in its light
Dead stars and twin suns that shine, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Comets shaking, planets falling
The earth shaking, the skies crawling
When Jesus the Splendour comes, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
We must stay away from the night
The bondage of the prince of might
Lord guide us to you; we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
The Prince of Darkness begged to possess my soul
with the words of the dark and a smirk:
“Who gives a damn about what you do?
You’re weak and desperate. You cannot change
what you’ve done. No one cares if you exist,
so don’t worry any more as I continue sliding
this needle into your wrist. I will be your comfort.
I will soothe your pain, and keep you stone cold.
I will bleed from your heart. I will pour from your soul.
I will cry in pain with you every morning you wake.
For I will be the one waiting for you when
you just can’t take it anymore. Devour this life and
spit it back out. Throw up your middle finger, and
let me find your next ride. I’m not a crime,”
he lied, and he lied. “I’m a virtue,” he said.
“Come with me to succumb to the
eternal flame of desire.”
Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age
Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood
Who glared at the giants he always had dreams of
The first was a mist covered mountain, where all beasts were blind
With whispers of meaningless legends and theories
The second was a fiery mountain singing in passion
With trees and bushes with golden leaves, but no fruit
Both these mountains trapped the souls of the damned under the dirt
Both buried the light in the damp cyclical tomb
The souls were angels who defended their land from the night
Horsemen who guarded against the Prince of Darkness
The inner soul of light within the old man awakened
The youthful hoopoe bird within chirped for freedom
He began his work, to dig into the mountains themselves
He started to craft a path for all to travel
A wiser old man came up and saw the sweat raining down
And chuckled at the absurdity raining down
“Oh friend, you cannot remove one grey hair from the giants
How in heaven’s name can you crumble these mountains”
The foolish grey-haired man, singing and young in his caged heart
Said these words, roaring with his liberated mind
“My children shall tear the mountains by their blood-covered hand
My grandchildren shall destroy them with their chisels
My offspring will fight as unsleeping armies in the night
My offspring will never surrender their grand fight
The birds of the blue sky will peck the mountains piece by piece
The worms of earth will eat the fortress bit by bit”
These words reached the wise man’s inner heart beating with wonder
These words reached the sun and moon’s delicate bright souls
So the ships of light carried the message to the blue sky
The Infinite Father of Greatness and Lightness
The blue sky ripped apart the revolving grey clouds of might
The expanse of azure blue split all into two
Daylight shone in the highest firmament of dark violet
Daylight shone in the lowest crannies of Sheol
These two mountains vanished as if they were nothing at all
These two watchtowers crumbled in the gentle flames
Leaving no fortresses between the two flowing rivers
Leaving only an untouched garden, eons old
The devil he has reached for me and tried to take my soul
He plied me with contentment yet his hearts as black as coal
Yes he tempted me with riches he bespoke an easy path
However I was wary for I sensed the spell he cast
He had taken some before me those who slipped into the breach
Those who gave into his prattle and lived within his reach
No doubt I could have joined him so weakly in the night
But I looked beyond his darkness and I saw a brightened light
The light it called me strongly still the devil fast his reach
He would not give up easily he clung on like a leech
Yet I knew within my heart that beyond that brightened light
Lay what life had meant for me a flame I must ignite
So I stood up to the devil and I spat him in the eye
The prince of darkness loses tis not with him I'll die
For somewhere in my lifetime an angel I'll beseech
To let me lie within her arms and slip the devil's reach
I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town.
My triumph was impromptu and abrupt.
I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope
In hope there’d be no need for backing up.
From near the Devil’s Crossroads where I’d tempted fate
To the edge of Austin in the Lone Star State.
I walked my hunger to a roadhouse, spied the waitress shooting pool.
She ignored me, so I had to volunteer,
“I’ll have the Humperdinck pastrami with a Chopin polonaise,
And Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn beer!”
I swear her body English, when she broke the rack,
It took my breath away and wouldn’t give it back.
She was a cowgirl from the city with a wide Bonanza spread
And the guns to run the rustlers out of Dodge.
I had an immigrant’s desire just to lay my burden down
And shack up in some low rent motor lodge.
I said, “I’m here on business, babe, but heaven knows,
How your desert blossoms like a gypsy rose!
She played the accidental vixen like a cunning ingénue
And adlibbed her audition for the part.
She said, “The Workman’s Daily Special comes with saucy bedroom eyes.
If you’re picky, you can order ala carte.”
It seemed an outright bargain in a joint like this,
A spaghetti western with a Hitchcock twist.
I said, “I’ll be your Prince of Darkness if you’ll be my guiding light
And lead me down the path of least regret.”
She said her hands were always busy, but her heart was sometimes free,
And humored me by playing hard to get.
I offered Old Persuasion from a bootleg flask.
Heard the waitress answer, “Thought you’d never ask.”
She left her apron on the counter, took her jacket off the hook,
Deposited the tip jar in her purse,
Then we motored off to Splitsville down a narrow one-lane road,
Playing chicken in a car with no reverse.