Tag Archives: The Gospel

Presbyterian Restraint

 

Honest Presbyterians
acknowledge Luciferians

Prudent Presbyterians
break bread with Luciferians

Proper Presbyterians
preach Christ to Luciferians

Fragile Presbyterians
sing hymns with Luciferians

Gentle Presbyterians
give place to Luciferians

Milquetoast Presbyterians
soon yield to Luciferians

PC Presbyterians
include the Luciferians

Rampant Presbyterians
make fun of Luciferians


PROMPT 26:
Write a poem that uses repetition.
You can repeat a word, or phrase. You can even repeat an image,
perhaps slightly changing or enlarging it from stanza to stanza,
to alter its meaning.

Yoga-Yuga


Kali Yuga (Sanskrit: कलियुग, translit. kaliyuga, lit. ‘age of Kali’) is the last of the four stages (or ages or yugas) the world goes through as part of a ‘cycle of yugas’ (i.e. Mahayuga) described in the Sanskrit scriptures. The other ages are called Satya Yuga, Treta Yuga, and Dvapara Yuga.

Kali Yuga is associated with the demon Kali (not to be confused with the goddess Kālī). The “Kali” of Kali Yuga means “strife”, “discord”, “quarrel” or “contention”.

(from Wikipedia)

 

Straight-up Old Skool da BOMB

Hey all you swinging fellows, wigged-out hepcats and liberated dames,
I found some more DY-NO-MITE lyrics  for you!

Put THIS in your Anglican vestment and smoke it :

 

And Can It Be

 (Charles Wesley  1707 – 1788)

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

 

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
   Who can explore His strange design?
   In vain the firstborn seraph tries
   To sound the depths of love divine.
   ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
   Let angel minds inquire no more.
   ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
   Let angel minds inquire no more.


 

 

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

 

 

  Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
  Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
  Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
  I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
  My chains fell off, my heart was free,
  I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
  My chains fell off, my heart was free,
  I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.