The tergiversation against King Jesus is appalling
All the fiefs and land and margraves are falling
Even the ancient parchments of the Holy Roman Empire
Are being burnt in the Eclectic Funeral Pyre
God is Overseer of all antiquity: from the fall of Adam and Eve
All the way up to and include the resurrection of you and me
All the kings and queens of the middle ages
All the seers and the corrupt sages
Are the chess pieces, as each one ceases
Become deceased (don't think you can do whatever you please)
As God slightly bumps the chessboard and causes reprieves
With nothing but direction of HIStory up His sleeves
With fair maidens along for the ride
(Some of them have something to hide)
And they don't know what resides in their wombs
That one day the offspring will fill the unholy tombs
Only God can move and direct incomparably
The comprehensibility of and panoramic of all history
...“And they sung a new song, saying: You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased for God persons from every tribe and language and people and nation."
John in Revelation 5:9
Worthy
sure sacrifice
who still draws such short praise.
Martyr slain to purchase mankind's
ransom.
redeemed?
acknowledge Christ
NO tergiversation
selfless testimony to God’s
glory
Righteous,
your Redeemer
deserves respect although
some refuse redemption and His
Spirit
May 15, 2023
JCB Brul / A Song in my Heart
Tergiversation is the act of making statements that deliberately hide the truth or that avoid answering a question directly. Tergiversation is a good synonym for apostasy whereby once held beliefs are rejected and spoken about with evasion.
Treading hard in a sea of lies
With anchor feet and foggy eyes,
Can we yet float another day
With no ship to take us away?
When seas were calm, we saw the shore.
With swelling seas, we see no more
Midst waves of tergiversation
That inundate our great nation.
Flotsam and jetsam next us ride,
Floating, helpless, on surging tide;
The framework of Old Ironsides
Drifts to history’s rocks abide.
Its hardy hull to wormwood turned
While loud progressive termites churned
As our silence helped drown our dreams
With flailing freedom’s gurgling screams.
There once was a big braggart called Trump
Who called everyone else a big chump
He claimed black was white
He turned day into night
Till he came down to earth with a bump
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