Jesus In A Plastic Bottle

Jesus In A Plastic Bottle

 

I love Amerikkka it’s the land of the free                              

Never mind genocide and chattel slavery                              

God is smiling giving us two big thumbs up                         

Hey darling get beer it’s time to fill the cup

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

Remember that Jesus turned water into wine

So Saturday night drinking is simply divine

Thou shall not kill that means abortion is wrong

War and the death penalty’s a different song

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

The good reverend speaks to God one on one

He’s downstairs with the choir girls having some fun

Them priests like the chief seats at the feasts for sure

Here come the altar boys I bet they’re gonna score

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

I read the Bible and tore out all the passages that weren’t right

Don’t judge me but I’ll be telling you your sins with delight

Let’s hate everybody who’s got the mark of Cain

Love your enemy that sounds like your totally insane

 

God bless the poor souls but keep them in the hood

I may not be a perfect ten but still I’m good

Accept Jesus into your heart say that prayer

Then you can sin time and time again without care

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle 

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Courage

 Courage

 

Born again at the amen in the color of my brown skin

I fight for what is right I war against sin

Twilight twinkling, I have an inkling of righteousness’s light

It ain’t black and white

Cause colors are God’s dazzling delight

Blood red sky azure

Love is courage giving more

Free in my equality

Until somebody tells me

(Have mercy Jesus!)

Get to the back of the bus

Or your career can just wait

Never mind debate

What do I do when I’m pulled over by the police?

I speak for the meek

My Lord turned the other cheek

All the Way to Cavalry

Every inch drenched in agony

 

I SEE THE REALITY OF THE CROSS

 

And here I ponder a world vain and insane

Courage dictates in the hate I do more than complain

Second sight may not be a perfect view

But I try to do what God would have me to do

Who will ascend to heaven?

Only a precious few

So, Lord grant me the courage to speak

To preach to teach to reach

Those perishing in the wasteland of woe

Who do not know

Jesus as Christ

And the courage of His perfect sacrifice

May I surrender all

And answer the call

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Sylvia’s Garden

 Sylvia’s Garden

 

Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death

With chilly hands and frigid breath

Working the soil with rake and hoe

Knowing come summer a blessing to grow

 

Carefully placing precious seed in pot

Each cherished child never forgot

Watered and watched until they sprout

Green little creatures coming out

 

Early spring, past the last frost

Praying to God not one to be lost

In the soil measured apart

With cautious hands and loving heart

 

Early morn to water with hose

Fulfilling expectations the garden grows

Repeating the watering in the eve

Love is doing what you believe

 

In summer heat a bounteous place

Smiles all over Sylvia’s face

Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will

Mother Earth sharing her thrill

 

Fall comes and we harvest more

Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door

Resting now as the labor is past

How the season has gone so fast!

 

Looking over the garden leaves in decay

I am confident of another day

Sylvia’s garden will reappear

As long as the Lord gives us another year

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Progress

 Progress

Forest

A green dream

Life exploding

Flies a buzz

Mosquitoes too, we hear them hum

Wind passing through the leaves

Birds sing their songs

Woodpeckers steady tapping

Pricklers, we stay away from the sharp thorns

Squirrels leaping in the high branches of the trees

A woodchuck in caution peering cautiously at us

We roll over a rotted log

Centipedes, millipedes scurry

We gaze upon the treasured salamander

He is curiously beautiful to us

The creeks water ripples

We cross stepping on stones

Cautiously we traverse hoping not to get our feet wet

Minnows, goldfish, tadpoles swim

Frogs croak, startled they leap

A turtle darts by

In the distant we gaze upon a deer

A precious creature of extravagant beauty

Small white flowers grow among crab grass

 

Crashing bulldozers come

And make everything flat

The sign boasts of a new development

Civilization!

What was is no more

We walked the newly created muddy wasteland

Shock, horror, grief

The have a euphemism for it

Progress

We leave there is another sign saying in bright orange letters

“NO TRESSPASSING”

Sings say a lot without noise

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Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61

 Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61 

 

Thank you, Jesus!

It’s done

One more trip around the sun!

Seems like life has just begun

But here we go

Reasons to be thankful, part sixty-one

 

Well, I reckon it appears

I’m up there in the years

I am told

Some would call me old

Perhaps I’m old then

But then again still too young for heaven

My gentle God

I would like to get my three score and ten

And if I could implore

A few more

 

Thanx for the sunshine, for your hand divine, for family church and blood, for a path through the mud, for the help in doubt, in hard times a way out, for gentle sleep, for the promises only you could keep, for the roof over my head, for kind words said, for every breath of air, for you answering prayer, for the strength in the fight, for the glory of the light, for saving my soul, for reaching my goal, for a sound mind, for people being kind, for the food to devour, for each and every hour, for the rain divine, for the sunshine, for making each day a new start, for the love you put in my heart, for every tick of the clock, for the steadfastness of the Rock, for the blood shed on the cross, for the gospel seeds I toss, for my ministry, for the truth hidden in history, for this very day, for hearing the words I pray, for your holy spirit, for the evil that I don’t have to fear it, for the unnumerable blessings so many unknown, that I have grown, that with utmost certainty that this list would go on and on into eternity…

 

One more thing I ask of you

May I please see sixty-two

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Momma - In Memory of Martha Jenkins

Momma - In Memory of Martha Jenkins

 

(Mother, Grand Mother, Friend, Much More)

 

Born - November 10, 1948

Passed On - January 23, 2013

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Momma

Lay your bones to rest

Gone is the test

You’ve done your best

You leave more behind

Than memories kind

 

Momma

We cherish and hold you

More than gold

More than we told you

More then we could express

God bless

 

Momma

Goodbye

We’ll wail and cry

And never forget

All the good you gave

Up to the grave

In truth you are never gone

Memories, spirits, linger on

And Momma when we fall

And with wearied voice I call

In desperate prayer

Your tender loving care

Will always be there

 

Momma

Jesus is the Judge of all

Before him we stand or fall

Sleep until His call

We trust and understand

God is in command

And though there is immense grief

We cling to a deep belief

A God of mercy He does reign

And Love is never in vain 

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Evan The Engineer

Evan The Engineer

 

It was the fall of twenty twenty four

Wild winds were wailing woes of world war

Billionaires buzzed busting unions for a buck

Down in Reno town there was a run of bad luck

 

Evan the engineer

A man without fears

Proficient with gears

Wise beyond his years

Evan the engineer

 

Jesus sat on the avenue holding a cardboard sign

“I’ll work for food” was the solitary line

Wes was in the kitchen cooking sermons of chicken

Ethan mused “Ah I see the plot thicken”

 

Evan the engineer

A man without fears

Proficient with gears

Wise beyond his years

Evan the engineer

 

False prophets proclaimed predictions of pure hate

All is fine be mine fill the collection plate

Mother Marlene had a dream of endless names

Faith without deeds is death read the book of James

 

Evan the engineer

A man without fears

Proficient with gears

Wise beyond his years

Evan the engineer

 

The moral of the story is give God the glory

Preach sermons of truth but try not to bore me

Evan invented a glorious machine of truth

But alas as in the past they ignore the youth

 

In my crystal ball I look into tomorrow

Mary never sleeps as she weeps with sorrow

Hand in hand singing with the Salvation Army Band

An endless rendition of the sin of the damned

 

Evan the engineer

A man without fears

Proficient with gears

Wise beyond his years

Evan the engineer

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Bells and Whistles, Thorns and Thistles

 The Seven O’ Five Train Is Running Late

 

Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring

See the train, clear and plain

Life’s insane

 

Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring

Bars descend, Blocking tracks

Bars descend, Traffic held back

 

Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle

Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle

Hear it blow,

So everyone will know, the train comes near

So everyone will know, deep dark fear

 

Feel the ground, Rumble and Shake

A loud deafening sound, Hard to take

Silence shattered, Birds have scattered

We have defiled, everything that mattered

 

The seven o’ five, A little behind

It’s seven fifteen

                 The passengers

ARE OUT OF THEIR MIND

They’re getting mean,

TEN MINUTES LATE!!

Hurry, hurry, worry, worry

Can’t debate

Deadlines to make, Punch in the clock

Rules to break, A world in a lock

Governed by Mammon

A spiritual famine

Cold and cruel

M a n y   t h e  f o o l 

And thus begins an epic tale of Edgar the banker and his exploits focused on the train he uses first to commute to work and then to 'escape.'

ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN!!! Commuting has never been this exciting. Edgar, the banker, goes on a philosophical journey and a literal one. A well-to-do businessman from the suburbs commuting to the megalopolis of Babylon. But surely, there is more to life than the golden calf he bows down to. Perhaps it is ill-begotten to use people unscrupulously to maximize profits. But what does Edgar care, after all, "I got mine!" Sadly, or perhaps happily, Edgar is on a grand exploration. This pilgrimage is faithfully recorded in poetic grandeur. Terrific poetry here tantalizing the ear. Images burst like supernovas. Unforgettable characters. So go buy that one-way ticket and let's travel by the old humming steel rail. Kick back in your seat and enjoy the passing scenery. Bells and Whistles, Thorns and Thistles poetry for the coming new age! 

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