(A Satirical Poem)

Aug. 21, 1997

Not too very long ago a man complained of this,

That all the Jews here in our land have turned us all amiss.

It's all their fault we have no power,

To right the wrongs that be.

Because of them our children now are brainwashed by TV.

It's them that taught us greed and hate.

It's them that cheapened sex.

Them and the blacks and chinks and spics now run this land, by heck!

Let's pray to God to help our cause to rid us all of them.

Our God is "white" and by His might, we'll take it back for Him.

Now never mind those preacher's words, that warns us not to sin.

They say the Jews will all be saved when Christ returns again.

Let's never mind the "gospel", until our deeds are done.

Pick up your gun and praise the Son, your crusade will be won.

Real Good!

Aug. 29, 1997

Driving my old four by four.

Keeping the pedal to the floor.

Up and down the rolling hills,

Gives my life that same old thrill.

Foot loose and fancy free,

Just the way I used to be.

But that was thirty years ago,

When just a kid in San Antonio.

I'm pushing fifty now.

And man do I remember how,

That carefree boy was once,

But isn't now.

That's all right with me.

Being a kid isn't all it's cracked up to be.

But still nice to reminisce,

When speaking to my family,

How almost at the age of fifty,

I still thank the Lord for blessing me.

The Hairy Mantle

Sept. 8, 1997

Elijah wore a mantle of humble origin.

Twas not refined or elegant to impress his noble kin.

And John the Baptist wore the same,

In kindred spirit true.

With courage and defiance to speak of what they knew.

And so the hairy mantle,

Though not adorned today,

Can still be seen among us,

In men called to His way.

A spirit of compassion and unassuming stance,

With charismatic wisdom and piercing eyes a glance.

Such servanthood is rare indeed,

And often falsified.

With title and respect of men,

Such counterfeits arrive.

Don't seek the "hairy mantle",

For surely if you do,

The burden of it's servanthood,

Will soon devour you.

But let the Spirit bring you to,

God's chosen time and place,

And with submitting spirit,

Your life will show His grace.

The Sprout

Sept. 16, 1997

My ministry may not be yours,

As gifts may differ so.

But God may cause the minuscule,

Abundantly to grow.

He'll take the smallest effort,

Just like a sprouting plant.

With supernatural blessings,

His favor He will grant.

And through His overflowing love,

We work more in His grace.

Achieving what we dared to dream,

When His Spirit we embrace.

For Reasons Quite Kosher

(A satirical poem)

Sept. 26, 97

Messianic rabbis have made a decree.

(I use the term rabbis quite loosely!)

Of the census just taken they all do agree.

All Jews in Messiah are no longer free.

Kashrut is the standard,

That's how it must be!

I cannot rebel and must surely see.

The doctrine of grace that once set me free,

Though noble indeed,

Was not meant for me.

Twas meant for the Gentile,

But not for the Jew.

Such freedom of diet,

Though lofty a view,

Cannot be partaken or given a thought.

Once given this freedom,

Rebellion is wrought.

But despite their opinion,

I still hold to mine.

The life of true freedom,

I'll never decline.

The Gospel defends it,

And gives us the choice.

All food is made Kosher.

To this I rejoice!

One New Man

Oct. 28, 97

Rabbi Paul expounded to all,

of the union of souls in Messiah. *

The Gentile and Jew that once struggled as two,

will now dwell as but "one" reconciled.

But how can this be when we readily see,

that an enmity lingers before us.

Of law and of grace we debate and retrace,

but agreement it seems is abhorrent.

So what must be done,

is petition the Son,

together in prayer very fervent.

"Please show us your way,

to discover this day,

to unite as but one as your servants."

To this point I believe,

I have come to receive,

the wisdom required this moment.

Our union as "one" is already won,

on the cross by His bloody atonement!

There is no dispute.

All debate is now mute.

Our equality certain before us.

So let us proclaim we are "one" in His name,

with forbearance towards all sung in chorus.

*(reference: Ephesians 2:14-16)

High Wire Act

12/9/97

It's a high wire act for any Jew,

to profess one's belief in Messiah.

For once doing so,

there's contention abrew,

with no end until life's breath expires.

So why take upon

such a burdensome weight

and why be despised by so many?

Just return to the life

that is blind to the truth,

and be welcomed by

comfort a-plenty.

But I will resist

all the comfort and rest,

And I will keep guard

and stay ready.

For His comfort surrounds me,

and mercy astounds me,

so by Him my endurance

is steady.

And Yet!

Jan. 5, 1998

Orthodox, reformed and conservative agree.

The Messianic Jew can never join the three.

This stumbling block Yeshua,

with claims of deity,

cannot be for this people,

and yet He was for me!

And yet He is accepted by Jews across the world.

In numbers now unequaled,

since when the truth unfurled.

Still now His loving power

is healing many hearts.

Uniting fathers with their sons,

where once they stood apart.

And yet more souls are turning,

forgiving fellow man.

Both Jew and Gentile bound in love

Rejoicing in God's plan.

Awaiting His appointed hour

With lights ablaze at night.

To herald the approaching reign,

Messiah in His might!

The Shofar's Blast

2/12/98

An eerie sound from upon high.

Unfamiliar to most,

is the shofar's cry.

The archangel Gabriel resounds with a blast,

and the end of this age has come at last.

Will the shofar be calling for me,

or will I be left to face the decree?

When elect are gathered to "The Great Jubilee",

will I be a part of this grand company?

Oh Yeshua, please forgive me!

May my raiment be white

and as spotless as thee.

Tenderness

2/12/98

It's unlike this man to be tender.

So how can I be so?

All my flesh fought ceaselessly

and relished the plight of my foe.

So again I raise the question,

How can I be so?

I have toiled and labored so often in vain,

I'm surprised I'm starting to know,

that God makes miraculous changes,

causing the desert to grow.

Giving me hope where there only was pain,

and filling my heart with love once again.

So I have answered my question,

How can this be so?

I know!