(All who oppose us oppose Jesus--but didn't He say, In my house are
many mansions?)
Prince of Peace!
(Peace, in a pig's eye.)
A mighty fortress.
Onward, Christian soldiers.
The Son of God Goes Forth to War.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
swift sword--
All the clayfaces, upturned to the ceramic excellence
of the dominie
Let us pray:
Father, forgive them--
The hypocrites!
Perhaps some--the widow kneeling in the stained-glass
effulgence--clutching her mite--debating love against appetite--a
possibly hungrier widow against bread and her own belly--she might see
God there--