A Psalm… ‘The Latter Rain’
by RA Nelson, COL. USArmy (ret.)
Lo… and there I did see the winds gather, and the rain began to fall… The latter rain… a refreshing breeze, upon the dry earth, did blow… From beyond the horizon, I did see… a multitude rise up, with great tumult, too stand erect. There in their midst, I did spy… glories banner lifted high… And with a mighty cry… a voice did shout… Give me liberty or give me death… but ne’er more, hold me as the dead… without hope.
For with unwavering faith… the righteous stand… Their arms burnished, hand in hand, against the foe… There, lightning braces the sky… Here voices cry… freedom, shall not die… For who should know… where comes this strength… this hidden wind, of revival… in their soul?
Once, I did see… only to stumble. Once I did faint… but never, to… fall. Now, from the hand of another… Now, faith doth shelter me… from evils all. Here, America stands, tall… Her head held high, her feet firmly planted… There, she shall never… fall. For, this great woman, of strength did not give birth, too children lightly… given over. Nay, she hath but yet begun, to resist… the wayward tug of lesser men… whose only thought, is of their… need.
For out of the furnace of affliction… came the multitude of her strength… too, resist the immoral legions of hells own… hand. Christian’s everyone…too, stand. For God did not give us this land… too, faint before the cowards… brace. Nay stand tall everyone… hand in hand. Purge out the wayward soul, whose thoughts rage with torrid and bitter waters… Be renewed, ye of faith… Know that grace yet unfettered… yonder stands… With, Blood soaked hands… There, to embrace… There, too set loose the wayward soul.
Let go, the bands of fear… that hold now… these hearts so, dear. Let loose the torrid guise, with hopes, lost long… now, renewed. For out of the East blows the Wind… and comes now, the rain…. the latter rain. Once more too refresh the Land… to, bring joy to the children of man…
Yea, once more, to open the door… to show the way… where greatness lives and prosperity abounds… There the Master found… Take heart in Him and live again. Lo, the Wind doth… blow and the rain… begins. The latter rain. Amen.
Seeing how you will not post a comment on the blog, I will bring it to ya...:)
Is America Seeing Multiculturalism, by our own Government, Please do tell...:)
Boy & girl scouts are supposed to uphold American values. Scout branches in Michigan are trained to think of the U.S. as terrorists and are indoctrinated in Iranian and Hezbollah ideology.
Iranian-regime and Hezbollah supporters set up Boy & and Girl Scout branches in Michigan. In fact, the Boy Scouts of America officially recognizes one Islamist-linked Boy Scout pack in the state, listing a Cub Scout branch, Pack 1139, at the Bint Jebail Cultural Center in Dearborn.
Boys everywhere are being targetted for one purpose or another... the Boy Scouts Of America was once the primier source fo training up Christian males... Today, it is the festoon of jackels and a den of iniquity.
The concept of training up boys... in an environment made to specifical assist them discover their male talents and gifts had long been a succefful system. However, those underlying concepts were turned on their heads, as the BSA was coopted by the left and began training a new breed of Scouts. A breed whose pledge and oath no longer promised better days for everyone.
The Boy Scout Oath once read:
On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.
A Boy Scout at one time was Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. All of the atributes worthy of living daily were part o the scouiting family. However, the left and its socialist nuts destroyed the BSA, because it was seen as an effective counter weight to the lies and programing the left wanted our children to accept... their amoral or immoral system of social justice.
The COURTS in America need to be burned ot the ground for their activist intervention in private institutions goals and polices. We must insist on a return to fee association and the concepts that made America Great ... if we are to be Great Again.
Don't forget about the LGBT Rainbow Flag for the Boy Scouts Of America...:)
We shall never forget those hours spent in camp days long ago... where campfires were a place for fellowship, not comradeship... where truth, justice, and the American way were exchanged, not prophylactics and insults. Places where inquiring minds of boys grew into the stable cultured mind of moral men... not the confused minds of misguided amoral juveniles.
Today is a different world ... filled with every immoral and anti-social concept... the Marxist war on our culture is complete... The head of our once proud family system, fathers, has been replaced by the immoral guides of Big Government and its Marxist masters. Our children are tutored by Marxist dupes and sycophants... a curriculum rich with academics and trades has been replaced by the politically correct gay and racist policies of the left... the Boy Scouts now invite homosexual men into the camps of our young men... and girls... now join the boys, sharing a common restroom.
Up is now down and right wrong... and the left thinks this is funny... it will not be so funny when the lead heats up the air around their ears as bullets become the common denominator in social exchanges. Then let them cry foul and see how far they can fly... with a 300 gram projectile up their rectum.
Does that mean, you know....your Gay...:)
Do I hear the sweet song of a butterfly's wings... softly whispering in my ears can you come out and play... or is it the buzz of scorpions and the cry of birds most foul teasing me to respond in kind.
O' let it be the former wind... a fresh breeze from the hand of a friend...rather than the beckoning call to arms ... too arms one and all.
well, which shall it be honey or vinegar... horse flies or butterflies... you decide Tif... you choose... but choose wisely for this old man is tired and not eager to dally if provoked...
Ok I believe you have been drinking...:)
I see what you mean... my prose are over the top and need to be brought down to earth...
I should have said: Well, which shall it be... honey or vinegar... Horse Sh** or Butterflies... not Horse flies or Butterflies... that just doesn't ring like 'Horse sh** or Butterflies'... which shall it be.. just asking?
What do you think too much vermouth, not enough gin?
P/S I don't drink... its the aurora around certain individuals that is so intoxicating that it brings out the clown in me. Can I have a nother drink... to go please... just kidding.