Go “break the conventions!” And “keep the commandments!” Rebel! against lawless Rebellions Rise up! by embracing Those laws that were God sent And meant to teach love To us hellions
Conform not! to copies So-called “nonconformists” Refusing to recognize Truth Their “group-think” defy! Become its reformist Decry! all who hard truths Eschew
Revolt! Take back morals! Out-quarrel the dictums Of the marriage-and-sex Revolution Its pills have us blue-pilled It reaps unplanned victims Since weddingless sex sows Confusion
Campaign! for true “tolerance“ (That is, not intolerant Of people or viewpoints Displeasing) Displayed in Christ’s welcome Of earth’s full conglomerate Whose love is inclusive
Oh would that I might not go Knocking on wood It won’t stop the bad as I’d Thought that it should So I’ll knock with my prayer on the Wood of the Cross That shatterproof… Source of all good
When stuck, I’d tried crossing my Fingers for luck No dice! Luck is rarely “a lady tonight”* So I’ll cross myself calmly With love and with trust Since luck ain’t… Got nothin’ on Christ
When Friday the 13th Occured, I’d grow cold Expecting a terrible Day to unfold Nowadays I look to each Friday as Gold The day death… And Satan lost hold
I’d mindlessly mumble my Prayers without care To force the Lord’s hand in my Schemes and affairs I came across, “Abba, Not My Will, but Thine”
Aware now…
From where came…
These words…
I’llecho this prayer
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*Guys and Dolls, musical – Rodgers and Hammerstein
I met an old man in the park’s dying light His eyes kind and bright; He outstretched a hand We shook while he asked, “If with you it’s all right “Might I share what I saw when I passed?”
“Last weekend, my heart quit, but soon wifey dear Restarted my ticker! She knows CPR Before coming to, I saw some queer places You ain’t gonna reach by no car!
“Saw hell where the dress code ain’t meant for no prude But nudeness, they hollered, is never permitted All garb must be racy, risqué, or plain lewd Since modesty’s fully forbidden…”
“And next I saw heaven! Not as strict as you’d reckon All dress there must highlight one’s beauty with flair Its duty: to accent God’s Image that beckons Armani could never compare!”
“Hell’s speech code is clear, ain’t no way to refuse No cordial or courteous words are endured Just cussing and gossip and God’s name abused Complaining and slander and slurs…”
“But speech was so peachy on those Golden Shores For never is heard a discouraging word All talk is affirming; pure kindness outpours ‘Til goodness ‘n love are upstirred!”
While gawking in awe, I imagined such visions First shock… as I saw myself comfy in hell Then peace… as I vowed to make flightpath decisions Not caring ’bout oglers, I yelled…
“I’d best now get ready before the long rest Today, I will start! Gonna dress for success Gonna tame this loose tongue for that place to obtain Where each sight and each sound will be blessed!”
He raved, “I’m relieved you believe my true tale May God keep our robes for the banquet fresh-laundered I’ll see you again once we’ve passed through the veil!” He waved and then onward he wandered
Plump raindrops soon soaked all my musings of wonder Loud thunder arm-twisted my feet quick to burst Mid-sprint, I debated whose rules to live under
Rhymes for the Rejoiceful 