The CROWN of CHRIST - Understanding the Times in the Light of Scripture
P O E T R Y-
Christian songs
and poems
Preserve us, Lord, by Thy dear word
From Pope and Turk defend us, Lord
Who each would thrust out from His Throne
King Jesus Christ, Thine own dear Son.
Mind, Meaning & Matter

It has been said that mind is more than matter
Soul is not flesh, I hope you will agree
We do not learn math if our brains grow fatter
We need real minds to seek infinity

Still all around we hear the modern clatter
Of those who say the mind is just the brain
They seek all truth through sense perceiving matter
But find the lies that drove Nietzsche insane

Empiricists have only sense perception
As "naked apes" they think they're only beasts
They can't explain how neurons form conceptions
And reason does not phase them in the least

Post-modernists reject truth altogether
Their math and morals are a private game
Just social constructs changing like the weather
Melting into the void from whence they came

Look up to God; ignore these mental bandits
We need true truth that's more than what we feel
True logic, meaning, math and Ten Commandments
Objective Mind where numbers are quite real.

It has been said that mind is more than matter
Soul is not flesh, I hope you will agree
We do not learn math if our brains grow fatter
We need real minds to seek infinity

This lyric can be sung to the tune Isle of Inisfree, from the
John Wayne movie "The Quiet Man".
ALPHABETICAL INDEX
OF OTHER POEMS:
The Angry Atheists

The Book of Judges

Chronic & Acute Schoolitis

Earth is not a Planet

Endure Hardship

The Ishtar Parade

A Juvenile Argument

King Constantine's Folly

Old Egg-Laying Beastie

Precious Remedies against
Satan's Devices

Puritans on the Church

Simple Sins

The Roman Papacy

The Sabbath my Treasure

Thank you, Tycho Brahe

The Three-fold Way of Sin

Unnatural Acadamies

The Wicky-Nicky Farmer

The Wise Heart

Zion & Rome
Debt
Education

Kredit kards 4
kollege kids
Now is this really
wise?
The scandal is that
student loans and
fees still rise and
rise.
No wonder that the
fakulties
are slow to criticize.
But God looks down
with bitter tears at
man who always lies.
A MODERN COVENANTER ANTHEM

We are freemen do not feed us
From the cradle to the grave
Do not tax us into poverty
Let us work and build and save
Give us liberty and Jesus
Freedom, not equality
Down with Darwin,
Marx & FDR!
Up with Christianity!

We are sons of Eve and Adam
Not descended from the beasts
Made by God to rule creation
As His prophets, princes, priests
Give us liberty...

We will not be bought with money
We don't run with any herd
We have minds as well as bodies
Socialism is absurd
Give us liberty...

We can educate our children
Not with Ridalin, but the rod
Keep your pagan global village, then
We will serve the Triune God
Give us liberty...

We will call abortion murder
Crush the crime of sodomy
Coin a dollar that is golden
Down with paper play money!
Give us liberty...

We'll abolish tax on property
We'll disband the IRS
If the Church makes do on ten %
Let the State make do with less
Give us liberty...

We reject all schemes for Empire
Kindly leave each land alone
Do not starve their little children
Do not bomb them in their homes
Give us liberty...

We will have no King but Jesus
Take the Bible for our rule
Every democrat's a facist
Each Republican his tool
Give us liberty...

Let's renew the Scottish Covenant
Reaffirm the Solemn League
We will rule ourselves by Christian law
Not by mob democracy
Give us liberty...

these lyrics may be sung to the tune Kirkpatrick or any other in the
meter 8787double.
That dirty old grifter of Rome
Who lurks beneath St. Peter's dome
Still grows his net worth
Selling heaven on earth
But Fire is his ultimate home.
Hillary isn't Barak -
the new kid on the block.
In spite of the game
Their plans are the same:
Lead left the loony flock.
An interesting essay might be written on the
possession of an atheistic literary style.
There is such a thing. The mark of it is that
wherever anything is named or described,
such words are chosen as suggest that the
thing has not got a soul in it. Thus they will
not talk of love or passion, which imply a
purpose and a desire. They talk of the
"relations" of the sexes, as if they were
simply related to each other in a certain
way, like a chair and a table. Thus they will
not talk of the waging of war (which implies
a will), but of the outbreak of war - as if it
were a sort of boil. Thus they will not talk of
masters paying more or less wages, which
faintly suggests some moral responsibility in
the masters: they will talk of the rise and fall
of wages, as if the thing were automatic, like
the tides of the sea. Thus they will not call
progress an attempt to improve, but a
tendency to improve. And thus, above all,
they will not call the sympathy between
oppressed nations sympathy; they will call it
solidarity. For that suggests brick and coke,
and clay and mud, and all the things they are
fond of."

G. K. Chesterton