Stools of Do Nothing
In this country, USofA,
Not all,
But many
Who claim
To carry
Christ’s name
Do Nothing
We enjoy our
Comforts
As we stroll,
Cavort,
In our prosperity
As glaringly
Evil grows, rises
Stronger
We have not stood against
satan’s darkness
He stands in jest
Of our spiritual weakness
Apathy
As all around we see
Our culture deteriorates
It is time to
Gird our loins
As of old
As the ancient
Book has told
Dress ourselves
In God’s Protective Armor
For the battle
Does rage
Each & every day
If suffer we must
To carry Christ’s name
Then suffer we should
To protect all that is good
All good things flow
From the Father
Of the heavenly lights
It is times for Christ’s
American church to
Join in the fight!!
SoulSails 