The Chosen

 

You say you are God's chosen,

and the apple of His eye?

As you maim and kill the mothers,

and let the babies die!

 

Will you blast away their houses,

turn their cities into dust,

Then starve the poor survivors,

because you think you're just?

 

You say that God is with you,

that He sends you to destroy?

Well I say that you're a liar,

and it's Satan who's your boy!

 

For though your prophets bless you,

and your judges all agree

God in Heaven fights against you!

He has heard the needy's plea!

 

You say you are God's people,

nevermore to be believed

In your synogogue of Satan,

Till the end you'll stay deceived!

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The Warning

 

Take not the crosses from our graves

Of we, who died for you

And take not Him, Whose cross it was

From our children's schools

 

The time of which all prophets spoke

Has come, it's not just near

Ten billion soldiers stand in line

Their warning's very clear

 

If you, with treachery, repay

Our children, who now live

We'll fight you from death's very doors

For this, we'll not forgive.

 

And this war won't be in vain,

When we, with Jesus, come

On fierce steeds, to take the earth

From us you shall not hide!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Prayer

 

 

Dearest Father, up in heaven, all that you are is good.

 

Come quickly to this fallen world just like you said you would

 

 

Looking up to you today, for those things I need

 

Forgetting wrongs that come my way, and every cruel misdeed

 

 

Help me escape temptations as a bird escapes the snare

 

And evil too, with all it's fear and horrible despair

 

 

Forever Jesus where we are, will your loving kingdom be

 

Together we shall rule this world from from sea to shining sea

 

 

Norman Brule