The Lunacy That Is Wokeness -- Bedlam….
Perhaps, I am as guilty as the Proverbial “they” are…
Yet, I longed for the God of the Old Testament…
The One who ‘whacked’ Egyptians and Philistines…
Before Christ Jesus came in the Flesh and made Abba Father a Pacifist…
Whereby, now, Grace abounds…
But there are times that I wished that ‘Grace’ did not…
Though, as I have implied, that I live in the utmost of Glass Houses…
But I will keep on trying to secure all the stones…
For I alone…
So I can continue to piously judge…
Incidentally, I have cut off my four fingers…
So that when I point…
There are no fingers pointing back at me…
Note that I am a Southpaw -- so... one hand at a time…
Look me up in the dictionary/Social Media…
My nom de plume is ‘Hypocrat’!
Like all my blogs, even in the form of poems, I usually fleshed them out with music…. and here, I have used a song -- Love Thy Will Be Done -- by Martika, with music and lyrics by the late purple genius, Prince. Drill down into the hyperlink to follow and enjoy the timely lyrics in a world of growing chaos…. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10V_Z0_udjg