Sunday Sabbath September 11 2016  A PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION YEAR

Emails often sit awhile on my computer before I have time to open them.  Tonight I read too many because I did not need to write a blog.  Now my mind is full and jumbled as I actually read through some of the political forwards and had my eyes opened.  I never know what to believe anymore, but somehow, the worse it reads the easier it is for me to believe.  That, my friends, is a sad state of affairs.  So here is my Sunday Sabbath poem (a bit different than usual).

A PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION YEAR

By Kathleen Martens

September 11, 2016

Our government seems to be growing

More shadowy all the time.

Once upon a time, facts were true or false,

But now it seems there is no line.

And so we wonder, who to believe?

Now that seems to be the question!

And what is verbal seems to be

So venomous with infection.

Real or fake now unidentifiable.

Whom to trust is now unknown.

Our country seems to shudder,

As deceitfulness blatantly shown.

Dishonesty seems to be the vogue,

What is spoken, is hard to believe.

It would make such a difference

If but the truth we received.

So as I listen to the news,

And peruse my list of emails,

I can easily identity the fact

That our leadership has failed.

Because the laws of the land

Ban prayer in public schools,

And any Biblical principle

No longer taught as tools.

We kill our babies before birth,

But Eagle eggs are protected.

And candidates without integrity

Seem to be the ones who are elected.

And evil seems so blatant,

Even as we remember nine eleven,

For our leaders have forsaken God

And no longer turn toward heaven.

And though the world is in chaos

I have peace and joy in my heart.

BECAUSE I PUT MY TRUST IN GOD

AS WITH HIM EACH DAY I START.