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Random Poem:

These days

Isn't it strange in homes today
Where fathers and mothers used to pray,
Read the Word and converse of good,
Are showing the scenes of Hollywood.
They show the traps the cops have laid
And the mistakes the bandits made
And super syndicates combine
To train our youth along the line
Of murder, indecency, and crime;
While depths are purged by super minds
Some means or methods now to find
To check right quick, now, don't you see
This juvenile delinquency?
Bring up a child as he should go
Is much too intricate, you know,
For modern folks to understand,
Or carnal minds to comprehend.
Isn't strange in our blessed land
Where churches and schools go hand in hand
To teach God's laws and morals, too,
We're faced with evil through and through.
In broken homes, the world we lead,
In liquor, crime and lust and greed;
Amid this inconsistency,
Young men are trained religiously
To preach God's Word most eloquently
Are yet afraid to scratch the source
Of evil, sorrow, and divorce.
Yet super minds declare us free
While bound with animosity.
The Gospel message from above,
Of joy and hope and peace and love,
Is too old-fashioned for today.
We don't have time to watch and pray.
It seems so strange we will rehearse,
As we behold this universe,
The sun and moon and starry dome
And this old world some call their home,
Where Christian fathers once have trod
Within the orbit shown of God.
Let us not join this vicious race
With others to conquer outer space
Who'd make the moon a common place
Then hop onward to the stars,
Venus, Jupiter, and Mars,
And in the future we can see
No end to atomic energy.
Yet depths are purged by super minds
Somewhere in where away to find
Place on land or air or sea
That's safe from dread catastrophe.
Men fear that wisdom in its state
Will this whole world disintegrate,
But wisdom, friends, must meet the rod
When 'tis foolishness with God.

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