Honor Christ the King

A Poem by Jack Carver

Find a mature church. They will all be giving to the poor but the megachurches for they will fall apart. Feed their little ones milk not meet. It is our blessing to grow them up in the Lord.

I honor patience with all that is in me

And submitting to Jesus Christ my God and my King

In my prayers and with whatever there comes to be

His prophecies and everything

It seems so tough but America's soon

To have hard times just like Europe will then

For I heard the King say it one day about my noon

But to honor his prophecy as has been

And honor him with your faith in cheer to endure

Whatever comes our way that we deserve

We've lost our nations that once seemed completely pure

What they did we did with all speed in every swerve

It is time we honor the King of kings once more

And at least be honorable as we were before.

© 2021 Jack Carver

Author's Note

We have a choice follow Jesus Christ or continue to follow man, this world, in everything we do. He says he'll help me through. But if I honor men and their prognostications and go the way they do rather than the King am I not sort of a seditionist? They want no king. But buy and sell credit no more. There will be ghosts in some of our churches too for we thought we were rich when all that time we were poor and naked. Let us buy gold from the Father and linen from the Son not the world. The stock market will collapse again. Theft for food and clothing and shelter will be more prevalent than for drugs.