OH GOD! WHAT CAN I DO?

composed by My Hubby (Chris Petersen)

The world speaks, with many tongues,
and sets a fearful pace;
saying sprightly words, of lust and greed,
come join the human-race!

With feeble minds, they piece together,
things that were not so;
saying once we have, what we did not need,
now pay the debt you owe!

And those with talents, fully real,
turn off the debtors gaze;
from Golden wreaths, around their girths,
they've seen their Golden days.

And then there's they, who cannot pay,
they seek a gilded lot;
who's minders say, "Come lend from us,
the money you've not got!"

So seduced by things they do not need,
they sign their lives away;
for things that often, soon do fail,
with tomorrow bread they pay.

To these I say, "Go lead your life,
don't sell yourself too short;
or the minders will make you repeat yourself,
'til a long life lesson's taught."

And then there's they, in a world of three,
on wasted lands they lie;
and with the light each morrow brings;
of cruel neglect they die!

What good comes from those tarnished coins,
locked away in vaults so fast?
is there no mercy in your heart?
shall their next breath be their last?
Shall our charity be a last ditch effort?
or can we find some within us now?
Is it a sacrifice to give what we no longer need,
or our most prized possession we have now?

And so you ask, "What will he do,
this one who asks us this?"
He'll pray for your deliverance,
in tears of gratitude and bliss!

Oh God! what of thy children,
vexed void of want to live;
vulnerable to a worse scenario,
thy protection to them please give.

They confused, or very gullible,
pump potions in their veins;
from bottles, barbs and bhangs they fix,
to inebriate their brains.

Then forced by awful habits,
do senseless acts to get;
these stop-gap cures for ignorance,
on evil ways they're set.

Oh Jesus come! and gather them up,
these ones down on their luck;
they want so much to understand,
their just a little stuck.

When will they learn, those who vilify,
the children of thy nest;
They cannot cheat their way through life,
your examination test.

God sent his only begotten son,
with statutory declarations;
and as foretold the false profits come,
with farcical interpretations.

The hypocrites who say, they speak God's Word,
but do not as the Commandments say;
these blind-leaders of the blind,
shall the uttermost farthing pay.
Commanded, "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged",
yet still they point the bone;
With one creed for, everyone else,
and another of their own.

The naive, shall not be judged,
for they know not what they do;
but those who should know better,
what excuse is there for you?

A good actor can play any role,
but it's another thing to be;
If you bring to fruition the goodness of God,
your fruits even the blind will see!

Peradventure, shall we be judged,
as seen and true witness heard;
To you fickle ones, there's only one judge,
so don't be so absurd.

What was said to be written, is now written to be said,
don't change it to suit yourself;
do as Christ commanded and you won't need a trumpet,
as actions speak for themself.

Oh glory be! why do they fight?
what do they hope to win?
What worth! those spoils they value more,
than their own next of kin?

You cannot preach peace, at the point of a gun!
when will this nonsense cease?
It is better to be an innocent victim of war,
than a villain of the peace.

Peace comes not without silence!
but which of them must come first?
Will we keep on blowing each other up,
'til the bubble of the Earth is burst?

Who would champion the cause of justice,
wielding a blade of bludgeoned steel?
or direct a volley of cannon-fire,
against another's feel?

Who would orchestrate an army,
against all life itself?
until the only battle left to fight,
is only with themself!

God created a perfect environment,
in which these hideous monsters dwell;
they can either choose to walk God's Way,
or else shall go to hell.

Is it for us to cause an effect?
or merely effect the cause?
for they that rise above selfishness,
are duly worth an applause.

How on Earth can one profit,
even if the whole world ye do gain;
if by your leave you've no one to give it to,
shall not thy efforts have been in vain?

The world produces heaps of garbage waste,
from no-deposit no-return;
but if you're a valuable asset to God;
you'll not be discarded only to burn.

What ever happened to our innocence?
the only excuse I say;
and why is understanding misunderstanding,
such a difficult price to pay?

Born into perpetual darkness,
we stumble around in the dark;
seeking ways to escape our mortality,
a vain and premeditated art.

Marvel not at technological breakthroughs,
they say we can't do without;
for Man cannot create the spark of life,
nor can stop it from being put out!

God organised our bodies in such a way,
we need not consciously take a breath;
so why take thought of what you need,
and worry yourself to death.

One man's meat is another's poison,
think not that you know what you need;
for it's better the body is prepared for a poison,
than to blindly consume what another decreed.

Metabolism's are many and variable,
and with a need as unpredictable as this;
none can prescribe a daily allowance,
with a routine that is hit or miss.

The thing they do not consider,
is the attitude of those they test;
conclusive tests are on naive subjects,
so they con all the Guinea-Pigs to test.

If we think it is good, the test shows it bad,
so they publicly make their address;
now thought to be bad, the next test shows it good,
roulette for the majority is not a success!

There is a salve, to soothe the wounds,
of misunderstanding and discontent;
abide in God's Word and do his will,
and you'll be Heaven sent.

You've seen it written and heard it said,
by hearts God would rather not know;
"a fool and his money are soon parted",
these are the seeds they sow.

And with these words, upon a fault,
they build their house of straw;
on shaky ground, pay blow-hard wolves,
that knock upon their door.

The East say, "Walk this side of the road",
the West say, "Walk the other";
seductively they say to us,
"Come and be our brother!".

But Jesus said "Come walk my way,
thy neighbour is thy brother;
devote thy life unto my cause,
and to you I'll give another!".

His road through life is paved with Gold,
each step is paid in deed;
He'll help us walk beyond these realms,
to where we shall be freed.

Oh God! what of thy children,
that build temples to worship you in;
and then build in them monuments,
to their incessant sin.

How can I stop these horses,
that have bolted from thy yard?
I lead them to thy water,
but of drink they never are.

Lies are only justified,
by the perpetrator who thinks they'll gain;
but if they ever look back in hindsight,
maybe they'll see that all are in vain.

Why do such beautiful people,
hide behind such a masquerade?
Is it because what they see in the mirror reflected,
even they would not serenade?

Cast off the facade of your make-up,
and take an honest long look at yourself;
You'll learn good people will Love you just as you are,
and might even learn to Love yourself.

The Lord Thy God is a spirit,
and He makes His presence felt;
He'll cloak you in Humankindness and help you express,
what you previously only had felt.

Esoteric people, from their deep,
lay to rest their feel;
in the hope another shall lift them up,
and utterly make them real.

Where there's a will, there is a way,
a way not always favoured;
but when God's Will is "said and done",
the end result is savoured.
There's many a creed and many a way,
Christ showed the one that's True;
so open your hearts unto the Lord,
and He'll open His to you.

He'll embrace you in His Loving arms,
and teach to you what's right;
and all that's not for us to do, shall be done,
on His return by His Blessed Might.

I have not yet seen Heaven,
and Hope I don't see hell;
but I hear God's Children uttering words,
that ring a familiar bell.

So don't get caught in this race of people,
with Hearts waxed closed of caring;
but be ye with an open Heart,
a True and Humane Being.

May God's blessing be upon you now and forever!

Penned during the Year’s of OUR LORD 1987-1990 A.D.
by: Christopher John Petersen