Friday, March 17, 2017

America the Beautiful

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness
America! America!
God mend thy every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
Thy liberty in law!

(from "America the Beautiful")

Just had the unction. It was a recurring rising. A bubbling. A "perhaps I should do that." AND, as a result, the simple rendition of "America the Beautiful" now resides at YouTube along with the millions more.

The lyrics were written by Katherine Lee Bates, and the music composed by Samuel A. Ward. Here's a link for the particulars (info).

Some have suggested that this wonderful expression be put in the place of the current National Anthem, or at least on equal footing. I find myself in the latter camp. And one reason; there's so much God in it. Every verse gravitates towards Him. Yes, a grounded tether, anchor, recognition that the "Why" of America the the very source of all things good.

So, my simple attempt at a quartet is there for any. My thanks go to the Lord Jesus for His aid. And, to those so inclined to listen, may "God shed His grace on thee."

P.S. Concerning the video: I used the phrase, "U.S. flag flying in (state name)" in my google search for appropriate photos of the fifty (plus one). Take special note of Illinois. It points to a steel mill and community of which I am well acquainted. God Bless.


Saturday, February 11, 2017


(by R.P.Edwards)

I feel the same
Your hurt is mine
I know your pain
Though others, kind
Feel from outside
And try their best
To turn your tide
'tis only we
Whose shoes we share
A deeper help 
The burden bear
So arms are here
And knowing tears
I feel your pain
I know your fears

My...the opening poem was meant to be of a lighter sort; but it came out rather serious (perhaps some sort of subconscious issue poking out its head). No matter. I was merely "feeling" a bit of the lament that the never-Trumpers have been feeling, and the Super Bowl was the impetus. 

How so? Well, not being a New England Patriot fan I was rather pleased that they were getting trounced during the first half. However, when the substantial lead was blown and they earned the championship (begrudgingly spoken, yet factual; "earned") I experienced a bit (tiny) of the "The game's over; I can't believe "we" lost. How can we reverse this?" psychosis. Answer: you can't.

So...that's where the empathy comes in. YOU can't believe that Trump won...and it hurts. That's just how it is. Time to get over it.

To Tom and crew: congrats. 


Saturday, January 7, 2017

Children died today

Evil's Hiding Place
(by R.P.Edwards)

Evil has a hiding place
It's in our lazy head
Believing lies that satan says
And children end up...dead

It was frigid cold (at least for us mid America thin-skinners). Probably 5 degrees or close. Northerners sneer at such above zero temps, but for was cold.

I stood, and paced, and sang a bit for a little over an hour on the sidewalk. Women and men with abortion on their minds were streaming into The Hope Clinic for Women in Granite City, Illinois. A post-holiday rush. 

Oh, it's a monster. Hundreds of thousands have been slaughtered here, and the church, for the most part, slumbers. Week after week, after bloody week. And the church...slumbers.

Not that "I've" been a ball of fire on the subject. But, since I am keenly aware that the God of the Bible hates this sort of thing...I came. And, the Gospel was shared (by others on this day) and offers were made, and perhaps a few will change their minds and let their babies live.

Abortion is a terrible thing. AND to turn the hearts and minds of the remaining Christians into action (like the view on slavery once changed) the pulpits must burn. AND, perhaps with the end of the Johnson Amendment; perhaps they will.

Following is a song I wrote for a Pro-life songbook in the eighties. It didn't make the cut. I hope it inspires you share. 

P.S. Granite City is a town with great potential; but it cannot prosper while the children...cry.


Friday, December 23, 2016

Can't be soon enough!

Can't be soon enough
(by R.P.Edwards)

Can't be
Can't be
Soon enough
To end the foolish reign
These who taunt
The founders God
Wise in their eyes
The mirrors view
Ignoring steps and stones
They never cease
"Our" sin increase
And sneer
"What will HE do?"

In the news: the United States "abstains" from, rather than choosing to veto, a resolution by middle-eastern folk who simply hate Israel. It's a first.

The subject was settlements; but since I (and many) recognize Israel as far more than an ethnic aberration (i.e. there's a genuine "God" connection) AND, since they are truly a like-minded ally, "we" have, in the past, supported her in her efforts. Maybe not always agreed; but at least when it came to the useless UN, Israel could count on us. Until now.

I won't go on and on, but let me finish by saying, Thank God! that this current administration, which has NO fear of the Almighty, will soon be relegated to the annals of obscurity. It's one thing when individuals choose the early path of the prodigal, but when "leaders" (or leader) purposely guide the nation towards sin; this is unconscionable. 

And, speaking for myself, this kind of moral depravity (taunting God; imagine!) was the main reason to NOT vote for someone in the same mold.

January 20th cannot come soon enough.


PS. When it comes to National Suicide, the following song elaborates:

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Cookies for Breakfast

Cookies for Breakfast
(by R.P.Edwards)

I was leaning towards pancakes
But cookies will do
Both loaded with sugar
But one has less goo
The consensus, indifference
So the griddle's passé
 Yes, it's cookies, so handy
For breakfast

Years ago some of my children (along with a married-in gent) bought me one of those faux fireplaces that look so much nicer that their predecessors. This morning I was warming in front of the phony, yet fabulous, flames as a news show rambled on about the time-filling topics of the day.

First, the reason for the chill: I had recently returned from our local abortion clinic (much to say, but probably already said in the archives) and the nearly December air was quite nippy and, since I was at the clinic for a while, my thermal defenses had worn thin. 

Anyway, on the way home "pancakes" arose from my food-desire place and, since "I'm" the major breakfast maker I offered it to the younguns upon arrival. The consensus? "Nah."  So, since holiday cookies were nearby (and I didn't want to go through the extra effort for merely myself), THEY became breakfast. I figured the sugar content had to be comparable.

As I was saying; the newsies were blathering about various topics and one that caught my thawing ear had to do with the effect of leftward academics upon the pliable minds of our youth. This is a real sore spot with me; these  morally questionable mucky mucks messing with our heritage. But...BUT, since I am learning that "words" can give life, or kill; I choose, rather than curse the abusers, to pray that they (especially the older institutions) return to their roots of Godliness. 

That's about it. However, below is a link to a song I wrote sometime in the last decade. It's a Christmas offering. A bit on the sad side, but I think God is in it. I'll let you decide. 

BTW, after a while I made myself (just myself!) a ham n cheese omelet. So there, kids!


Friday, November 18, 2016

Of Pork Chops and Politics

Trump's Time
(by R.P.Edwards)

Time for doing
Time for deeds
Time for fixing
Time for speed
Time for focus
Time to choose
Time for winning
No time to lose
Time to honor
Time to run
Time for healing
Time's begun
Time to finish
Time to start
Time for steel
And time for heart
Time's upon us
Time demands
Time for wisdom
Time for plans
Time's fulfilling
Time to jump
Time for changing
Time...for Trump

And so Mr. Trump has won. 

On the evening of the victory, at the beginning thereof, I had a bit of anxiety. True, there had been spiritual inklings of his coming triumph (I know the secular among us scoff at such things; their loss), but a grim picture had been painted by the "knowing" class and "No, not again!" was--as I say, "early on"-- an unavoidable thought. By the end of the night, however; relief and thanksgiving. The progressive scourge had been blunted; at least for the moment.

And, since that time I have contemplated dropping a few words. Indeed, I was (and am still) amused at the excesses of the fallen (hear of the "primal scream"?); especially at the PC breeding grounds...the Universities.The unction, however, did not rise to the production point.

But now my mind is on pork chops; whether to cook on the stove, or brave the elements (as the temperature is quickly dropping) and fire up the grill. I lean towards the latter. And, as I stir in that direction I point the reader to the above youtube link. The talented lyricist (and Elvis fan) GHW, from Texas, put some encouraging words to the tune of "Here comes Santa Claus". I tried to do it justice. Enjoy.

BTW, if the Trump administration has a position for this creative duo; we're available.


Saturday, October 29, 2016

Drain the swamp, Donald!

Of Swamps
(by R.P.Edwards)

Swamps are slick
Slimy too
Yucky, icky, gobs of goo
Snakes and gators 
Bugs that bite
It's even worse
When there at night
But human swamps
Have deeper dirt
Lying, cheating, deeds that hurt
Morals moldy
Backbone gone
Pay for play
And on and on
So twixt the two
If a choice is made
I'll take the swamp
The everglade
For there the hurt
Is on the skin
But human swamps
Defile within

The election is near and my talented lyricist from Texas has seized on a phrase Donald Trump uttered a while ago as to Washington DC and its condition: "Drain the swamp."

So, the resulting video/song is above and, incredibly, since the initial declaration even MORE sleaze on the other side has come to light. Amazingly, many won't care. 

But, my hope is, that if Mr Trump makes it (and I believe he will), perhaps the swamp will be drained at last.

By the way, I picked up a Trump yard sign today. Let's see how long it lasts.