I am greatly saddened to know that our children will no longer enjoy the fruit of liberty... that my generation so thoughtlessly permitted to be swallowed up by the specter of Marxism. Our Children will suffer under the despots of the coming age... an age of oppression and suffering, of great tribulation, filled with every imaginable deprivation.
I recall the lazy days of a fairer nation and the cool nights of summers filled with adventure... memories of friendships found in the good-natured youth of the '50s... of nights under the stars, where the sounds of the crickets gave notice of the glory above, and of God's blessings revealed in the hearts and expectations of my generation. We were truly at peace with one another. We lived in a time when doors were unlocked and children played in the streets, without worry or concern for their safety or our property.
So, were the annals of glory painted upon the hearts and in the minds of my generation.. with the indelible finger of God... His Spirit lived in us in those glorious days. Our Nation was at peace and we all shared in the common vision of our forefathers. It was a time when we were all AMERICANS, one nation under God. The Land was not divided nor were we a troubled people, the victims of gangs and warring tribes found in today's culture of violence... the fruit of Marxism.
Yes, I have been blessed and it grieves me to see our nation suffer at the hand of ignorance, and the avarice of its leaders... May God have mercy on us all; as the days are coming when men shall cry for the mountains to shield them from the coming wrath... in a world without God's Spirit... evil will reign supreme.
I am reminded that we reap what we sow ... love for love and hate for hate... good for good and evil for evil... So has this generation made their bed in Hell, and so shall they sleep in the grip of Hell's nightmare. Ichabod has risen and the Glory of our past has been lost... to an apostate America. The People have forgotten who they are, and who they serve. They are empty vessels, broken cisterns, whose water has long been absent...
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Let us find the words with which to beat back the errant ways of the foolish… the evil machinations of a government that seeks to bind us all, to itself… A collective driven by an evil wind. Freedom is not free and to remain free we must be prepared to resist the bitter nature of mankind… First with words but never alone…
There was a day not so far away ... a time when a man's word was secure in his covenant with God... A time when the leadership of our nation understood that God's Word is the foundation for the building of nations... the surety for mankind's liberty. Today, the words of the righteous have retreated and nare more are found in the public square. Yet, we wonder WHY our nation despairs for lack of good leadership and fair passage in a world beset by troubled seas. The whole of the earth travails at the pending loss of God's Glory, taken from the temple of mankind's heart, the abomination that makes desolate to follow. Woe, I say Woe and again Woe unto this generation for Ichabod has returned and the Glory of God no more found in the hearts of men...
Words must be backed by action or they are but sounding brass and tinkling bells, the stories of children, impetus vessels of little worth.
Bump...
While I am not a poet, and I dang sure know it, nevertheless I do appreciate those who think on such things and then write it with skill.
Your post makes me think of many things, but the first thing that came to mind was remembering catching fire flys ( we called them fire bugs) and filling jars with the critters so that we might have what we thought were lanterns. There were millions of them on summer nights in Kansas, where I was born and raised and still call home, even though I haven't lived there for 50 years or so.
Thanks for bringing up so many good memories. I need them.
"A nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague." Quote: Marcus Tullius Cicero
The question remains... will we go silently into the night, or is there yet an ember of our liberty burning within the heart of our people? Let us hope that our Nation will awake to realize that this generation is compromised and our nation is in serious trouble... Treason sits in the seats of government.