We all have quite often heard it said,
Believe in Jesus, to Heaven we’ll go,
But so many people still have doubts,
Why it’s necessary they want to know.
Well the answer’s really quite simple,
The basic issue comes down to our sin,
Due to a corrupt and imperfect status,
A righteous God simply can’t let us in.
Only by the Blood of a Lamb unblemished,
Could our imperfections be washed clean,
And thus Jesus sacrificed His own life,
He’s our Defense Attorney and Go-Between.
In a world ruled by deception and lies,
It’s easy for us to become confused.
Truth is twisted, distorted, perverted,
Is it any wonder we feel so used?
Black is now white, and night is day,
And two plus two doesn’t equate to four.
The world has gone mad, it is so sad,
I just can’t take the craziness anymore.
But I’m happy to say I’ve found the way,
To clear up this mindboggling confusion.
The truth is found in God’s Holy Word,
Which melts all of the world’s delusion.
There was once a man from Ophrah,
Gideon was the young lad’s name,
An Angel appeared under an oak,
Then that boy began to complain.
If the Lord GOD really be with us,
As in all the glorious days past,
Then why do Midianites afflict us?
Such was the question he did ask.
You shall indeed smite your enemy,
Thus was the answer he did receive,
But I am the least in my own house,
How am I even supposed to believe?
So the Lord gave the youth a sign,
After a meal for the Angel he made,
A fire then came up out of the rock,
And consumed the food where it laid.
The same night the LORD spoke to him,
Throw down your dad’s altar to Baal,
Build another unto the LORD instead,
And cut down your dad’s grove as well.
Gideon did as he had been commanded,
But the people didn’t like this thing,
They wanted to kill that brave boy,
Joash, your son to us you must bring.
But Dad firmly defended his own son,
Let Baal plead for himself he said,
So the townsfolk then all backed down,
And dear Gideon didn’t lose his head.
But doubts yet lingered in his heart,
So he twice tested with the fleece,
Both times God answered affirmative,
Which gave Gideon’s heart some peace.
Now once he had gathered his armies,
The LORD said there are too many men,
They will take credit for the victory,
We must cut back their numbers again.
The fearful were ordered to go home,
Yet 10,000 soldiers still remained,
But after conducting the water test,
Only 300 fighters had Gideon retained.
Despite the tiny size of Israel’s army,
We know the Midianites were done in,
God is not limited by small numbers,
The Lord of Hosts will always win.
Why waste your time, being down in the dump,
With Satan laughing, and kicking your rump?
Feeling self-pity, is just losing ground,
Admitting defeat, without making a sound.
Get off your butt, and start fighting back,
Rebuke the Devil, and go on the attack.
Charge forward, in the power of God’s might,
Praise the Lord, that snake will take flight.
That demon can’t win, he’s already lost,
‘Cause Jesus Himself, paid the Great Cost.
Be the soldier, that God called you to be,
Battle in faith, and claim the victory.
Friend, please forgive my intrusion,
But I am worried about your delusion.
I find it odd your pronoun infusion,
Such as that “non-binary” inclusion.
We hear this talk of gender confusion,
But surely it is just devilish collusion.
Don’t leave male/female in seclusion,
They’re what we’ve always been usin’.
Calling you “they” is such an illusion,
So forget all of this he/she exclusion.
Or I will just come to one conclusion,
Did you suffer some brain contusion?
I used to be one of those headbangers,
Although I never really banged my head,
I was into some early great rock bands,
Many are now very old or already dead.
The Who, Chicago, Led Zepplin, Santana,
Moody Blues, Creedence, Alan Parsons too,
The Doors and Emerson Lake and Palmer,
Wow, Pink Floyd was so spacey it’s true.
Crosby Stills Nash and Young plus Toto,
Phil Collins, Abba, Lobo, Iron Butterfly,
Electric Light Orchestra, Eagles, Kansas,
Some of those old songs really made me fly.
There was Susie Q and In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,
Plus Riders on the Storm and Old and Wise,
Nights in White Satin and Eye in the Sky,
Man, I just really loved all of those guys.
But you see, those days are now behind me,
As Paul wrote, I am no longer that child,
For long ago God’s Spirit took hold of me,
And I have ceased to be so young and wild.
For many years now I have had a mission,
A message of hope better than any old song,
The Lord invites you to His Home in Heaven,
My prayer is that you will also come along.
