Mississippi Mama

37 w

We Won’t Forget
October Holocaust

We won’t forget the babies burned
Nor the women Hamas has raped
We won’t forget how Israel is spurned
As their blood is spilled like pressed grapes

We won’t forget all those beheaded
Nor all the mutilated corpses
Hamas has surely now regretted
As they face Israel’s armed forces

We won’t forget how Hamas hides behind
Their own families and mama’s skirts
But Israel, Hamas will surely find
And lay their faces in the dirt

Hamas like ISIS is pure evil
They live for suicidal blood lust
They worship who they know not- the devil
Instead of Paradise Hell’s gates they’ll bust

Yes, the Sword of Iron will pierce its enemies
As it has felt its enemies’ sword
We won’t forget these bloody memories
To repeat this we cannot afford

We won’t forget this October holocaust
The Black Sabbath that marked this day
We won’t forget the innocents lost
Because we must keep the dogs at bay

We will remember the tears that they cry
And those who make them miserable
We will remember the apple of God’s eye
And pray for the protection of Israel

By Kimberly M Hartfield

1 y

Mama’s Rocking Chair

Many a night in mama’s rocking chair
Sweet strains of church hymns floated through the air
The kids were sleepily going to bed
Dreams beginning as they nodded their heads

A baby lay nursing on mama’s breast
As the other children lay down to rest
Listening intently just down the hall
To hear her singing of the Savior’s call

As the melodies drifted into dreams
And the saints went marching into Jordan’s stream
We listened to the songs of days gone by
Amazing Grace and In the Sweet Bye and Bye

Mama’s voice is crackling ever so sweet
Though not what it was when tiny ears did greet
Her hair is now white with age and passed time
Oh how I wish in her lap I could climb

I hear all those ancient scribbled hymn stories
Echoing in those precious memories
The Blood of Jesus that washes white as snow
And Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Sweetest Name I know

Yes Jesus is calling, calling me home
Bidding me Just as I am to come
Pleading with me for Just a Closer Walk
To tell Him my troubles in Just a Little Talk

1 y

OBiden
OBiden, OBiden
Just what are you hidin’
And what will you do
When you’re exposed

Yes Hillary and OBama
You walk close beside them
So what will y’all do
When they’re exposed

All the stories you’ve lied in
All the sins you take pride in
Don’t think forever
You’ll be unopposed

God will judge all your sins
Even though you try to hide them
Yes, By the Lord our God
You’re now judged and opposed

OBiden, OBiden
Just what are you hidin’
And what will you do
When you’re exposed

2 yrs

Little Black Rooster

I got me a little black rooster
Who likes to claw me in the booster
But I got me a big white Roo
Who plans to turn him into stew

Well little blacky got too brave
And decided he wouldn’t behave
He waited until I turned my back
And thought he’d give me a mighty whack

But lo and behold there was Mr. White
And boy was he a pretty sight
I turned in time to see him dance
And boy little blacky never had a chance

Feathers we’re flying all around
Though Mr. White was winning he was holding his ground
But soon enough it was just too much
Little blacky seemed to leave in a rush

It reminds of the devil who tucks tail and runs
Whenever I call on Gods only Son
That old black scoundrel thinks he’s so smart
But God’s got my back from the very start

2 yrs

Big Screens

We’ve got the big screens and fog machines
And the show choir wears their skinny jeans

But where is the cross and the blood still preached
And when do we, the whole word of God, still teach

We’ve got the gym and the exercise classes
And pants so tight we need blinders for glasses

But when last was Revelation to us expounded
And when was the sanctuary by angels surrounded

Our men of God are addicted to porn
Families and marriages are completely torn

The girls come to church in mini skirts
And boys are not serious but only flirt

We preach on giving and prosperity
And anything evil is just a conspiracy

We pick and we choose what we want to hear
And try not to think about those in dispair

We give our money and let someone else do it
But our little finger won’t even move it

Where is our mercy, where is our compassion
Where is our love, where is our passion

Are we the hands and feet of Jesus?
What does God think when He looks down and sees us?

Are we as fake as the news we see on TV?
When Jesus returns will we even believe?

Is government our god to which we bow down
Or will we seek alien saviors flying around

Will we listen to the lies of the globalists?
Whose pride will fall with the noblest.

Will we trust big Pharma with our very lives?
Or will we take the red pill and open our eyes?

Will we upload our minds to the internet cloud
Or will we meet Jesus up in the clouds?