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An Anthology of Poems & Prose Penned by a Protestant Poetaster ~With the Best of Inspired Others~


Samson's VOW

Posted on October 25, 2012 at 5:20 PM Comments comments (0)


Seven green withs around me were bound.

All the ropes were around me found.

They were the seven locks of my sleeping head's hair.

But I awoke to tear away both beam and the heavy snare.

Aye! There hath not come a razor upon my head!

Thus, my strength was with me because of my hair!

If once I'm shaved my strength would be made bare.

Alas, I showed all my heart's secret ways.

And my seven locks were indeed shaved all away.

From that one sore moment, my God I found not!

They bound me in fetters of brass---and my eyes were put out!

But my hair began to grow in mine enemy's prison house.

They brought me to the house of Dagon to mock.

Between the pillars they set me and I "made them sport"1

On the roof three thousand Phillistines laughed and gazed.

(But they didn't know that soon they'd all be amazed!)

I called unto the Lord, and said, "O Lord my God,

Remember me! O' I pray Thee, only this once, O God!"

And I took hold of two pillars in the house were I was found,

And avenged me of mine enemies all around!

Reader, remember Samson and the source of his Great Strength.

Never Fail thy vows to thy God who is all THY Strength.

1 Sport = Hebrew. to laugh (in pleasure or detraction); by implication, to play:---deride, have in derision, laugh, make merry, mock(er), play, rejoice, (laugh to scorn, be in (make) sport.


Posted on August 31, 2010 at 1:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Hymn of the Waldenses

Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock

Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;

While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold

Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;

And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs

That nurse the grape and wave the grain, are theirs.

Yet better were this mountain wilderness,

And this wild life of danger and distress--

Watchings by night and perilous flight by day,

And meetings in the depths of earth to pray,

Better, far better, than to kneel with them,

And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn.

Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land

Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand;

Thou dashest nation against nation, then

Stillest the angry world to peace again.

Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons--

The murderers of our wives and little ones.

Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth

Unveiled, and terribly shall shake the earth.

Then the foul power of priestly sin and all

Its long-upheld idolatries shall fall.

Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,

And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878 / Boston / United States)



Lawrence Scott


Posted on August 30, 2010 at 10:17 PM Comments comments (0)


Deem not the just by heaven forgot,

Though life its common gifts deny ---

Though, with a crushed and bleeding heart,

And spurned of man, he goes to die:

For God hath marked each sorrowing day,

And numbered every bitter tear;

And heaven's long years of bliss shall pay

For all His children suffer here. 


From Uncle Tom's Cabin, page 484, by Harriet Beecher Stowe, T. Nelson & Sons 1852 Edition

I just read the classic "Uncle Tom's Cabin". It's a MASTER PIECE of "factual fiction." I aim to put many gems from that book right here on this page for the edification of whomever, including me. 

I received an old yellowed 1852 edtion from a good friend of mine who was going through her old books and wondered what to do with it. Bless her soul! She thought of me!, a "living" Martyr [and prophet, for all of God's sealed one's are "prophets"]----so says the inward spiritual discernment pointing to the darkened days before us, and so says my present spiritual physical and mental and emotional pains!

The Lord redeems through many an avenue of sufferings. Was it "fair" what the slaves went through? If you haven't read this book, DON'T. It will utterly discomfort your moral ease rouse the highest sense of indignation! Fair or unfair, how can we qualify any suffering? We should not be surprised by GOD's means, unless his end of mercy come.

Consider Job. Consider David. Consider Paul. Oh, yes! Consider our blessed Lord Jesus himself, the Prince of "Suffering"---the One who will see to it so very very soon "affliction [sin, suffering, death, disease, etc] shall not rise up the second time."! Nahum 1:9

The true Christian has much to learn from the history of negro slavery and the noble souls of many a white or negro man or woman who fought the dreadful EVIL til the day of the blessed "emancipation." So sad that the NATURE OF SIN in mankind makes it so that til the close of time there will be many Martyrs {living or not}; for the Book of Revelation, reveals that as the 7 last plagues fall "the merchants of the earth" are mourning over the lack of the sale of "Babylon" [USA and the world's] "merchandise" of  "wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and slaves, and souls of men." Revelation 18:13.

A bit of interesting info. Hymns that Uncle Tom sang in the book of fact/fiction by H.B. Stowe...

Evidentially, many traditional hymns have "root lyrics" from which the song writers of today call the "original hymn."  John Newton's "Amazing Grace" [1779 or 1808] appears in a raw form in the lyrics of a HYMN found in the 1852 Edition of Uncle Tom's Cabin.  Evidentially the last verse here was not in the original Newton version.

"The earth shall be dissolved like snow,

The sun shall cease to shine;

But God, who called me here below,

Shall be for ever mine.

And when this mortal life shall fail,

And flesh and sense shall cease,

I shall possess within the veil

A life of joy and Peace.

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining like the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun.

The Newton Orignial ---

"Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)

That sav’d a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.’

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis’d good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess, within the veil,

A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be forever mine.


"The origin of the melody is unknown. Most hymnals attribute it to an early American folk melody. The Bill Moyers special on “Amazing Grace” speculated that it may have originated as the tune of a song the slaves sang. Newton was not only a prolific hymn writer but also kept extensive journals and wrote many letters. Historians accredit his journals and letters for much of what is known today about the eighteenth century slave trade."

Another HYMN sung by UNCLE TOM was this hymn by Isaac Watts

[The last stanza wasn't in the Book]


When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,

And face a frowning world.

Let cares, like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall!

May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav’n, my All.

There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heav’nly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

Also from the book UNCLE TOM, page 459

Colonization Society By John G. C. Brainard (1796–1828) [Only the underlined was in Uncle Tom's]

ALL sights are fair to the recover’d blind—  

All sounds are music to the deaf restored—

The lame, made whole, leaps like the sporting hind;  

And the sad bow’d down sinner, with his load

Of shame and sorrow, when he cuts the cord, 

And drops the pack it bound, is free again

In the light yoke and burden of his Lord.

Thus, with the birthright of his fellow man,

Sees, hears and feels at once the righted African. 

’T is somewhat like the burst from death to life;        

From the grave’s cerements to the robes of Heaven;

From sin’s dominion, and from passion’s strife,  

To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven!  

When all the bonds of death and hell are riven,

And mortals put on immortality;        

When fear, and care, and grief away are driven,

And Mercy’s hand has turn’d the golden key,

And Mercy’s voice has said, “Rejoice—thy soul is free!

Hymn On the Martrys

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 5:34 PM Comments comments (0)

Flung to the heedless winds,

Or on the waters cast,

Their ashes shall be watched,

And gathered at last.

And from that scattered dust,

Around us and abroad,

Shall spring a plenteous seed

Of witnesses for God.

Jesus hath now received

Their latest living breath—

Yet vain is Satan’s boast

Of victory in their death.

Still—still—though dead, they speak,

And trumpet-tongued proclaim

To many a wakening land,

The one availing Name.

Martin Luther

The Lords of Lucerne

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 5:06 PM Comments comments (1)

{A ‘Tribute’ to the SWISS GOSPELERS of the 1500's}

Draw down ye bridges! Warlike descend!

Nay! Up from the abyss, Myconius rend!

Oswald too — fearless Gospelers of Christ!

Lords of ‘the councils,’ Lord’s of Lucerne!

Cowards of the ‘capital,’ enemies of Christ!

Foaming seas, frothing wicked pranks

Scoffing in deeds to break heaven’s ranks!

Pull-up ye bridges! War-like Ascend!

Nay! Up upon ‘Berthold Haller’s' head,

Zwingle too! More fearless Gospelers of Christ!

Gaze to the left, gaze to the right,

Who are these BOLD "Gospelers" of what is right?

Against the roars of fierce bear-cubs, these

Papal minon’s of the Romanish club "sea"

Lord’s of ‘the councils,’ Lord’s of Lucerne!

Statesman of the states, enemies of Christ!

Savage wolves with no teeth to bite,

Howl fearingly, howl! Dark comes your night!

One aged man of Schoffhausen, bright

'Galster'---fearless Gospeler of Christ!

"Beheaded," willing---all for his Christ!

Glory, Hallelujah! For the Gospelers of Christ!


The earth is the LORD'S, not yours

Ye Lords of Lucerne with bloody swords.

Every country’s the home of the brave

Even were there the vilest of men

Their cause is a just and mighty wave

For they are the Gospelers of Christ!

Based on D’Aubinge’s History of the Reformation. Book VIII, The Swiss

Lawrence Scott

Ode to Thomas Bilney, the faithful Martyr

Posted on February 27, 2010 at 12:04 AM Comments comments (1)
“Little Bilney” twas he, whom at the strike and start
of his gospel torch, priests wholly feared and trembled smart.
Yea, here twas a “right” lad! No fat Friar or fearsome Pope

could stir him up mad or lear him away from the friction of the rope!

Alas! “Little Bilney” early lost his footing (the hold of his “stand”;)
Alas! Close “friends” made him timid and he shrank before the wicked hands!
But “Little Bilney” prayed through, crying, “My Lord, do fan
me help for this trouble, for this is so true—“vain is the help of man!”
“Thomas Bilney” did make his name (a treasure of long past ages):
Avenging his fall, TWICE he mounted up for Christ’s sake, courageous!
With a “whip O’ the will” his face was set towards Jerusalem,
and to “proof it” before all, he did burn his finger tip ashen!
O “Thomas Bilney”— forgotten siren of the earliest Protestants!
What sounds under the altar cry? (But of “souls” joined to your past!) 
Some (as “it is written”;) were slain betwixt “the altar and the porch”.
But twas ordained for you (and not by chance) to die by the fiery torch!
Protestant Christians “true”— REMEMBER well this long ago man!
Who for conscience sake, TWICE for Christ and his Word did STAND!
Why REMEMBER? Because history is coming back SOON, {as is Christ};
and “the past” will repeat in the last moments of this earth’s DOOM!
Lawrence Scott


"He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." "Take heed what ye hear: with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you: and unto you that hear shall more be given." Mark 4:24 

The DARK SAYINGS of PROPHECY---the secret things that belong unto the Lord our God---the opposite of the Spirit of Evil, the "Strange woman"---the Deep and Secret Things GOD Reveals of the Darkness and Light that Dwells with him; the wisdom and might, the OMNISCIENCE revealing the Revelations of Kings; all these things spoke (and embodied King Jesus when upon earth) unto the multitudes in PARABLES; and without a PARABLE spake he not unto them that would listen: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the PROPHET, saying, I WILL OPEN MY MOUTH IN PARABLES; I will utter things which have been kept SECRET from the foundation of the world; the SECRETS of WISDOM, that they are double to that OF the "finding out of the Almighty to Perfection" (despite our iniquities); THE SECRETS of the heart sacrifice of sheep counted for the slaughter (as Jesus was); THE CONCEALED SECRETS of the matters of a faithful  spirit, harbored safe in the mulititude of counselors, where is the God in heaven that REVEALETH SECRETS and maketh known unto kings what shall be in the latter days (now), in the VISIONS of the heads (of kings, presidents, prime ministers, rich men, the high men of the earth, the merchants of the earth, and even dictators) what should come to pass hereafter (in our present moment of the future) and by THE REVEALER OF SECRETS; concerning human beings who receive THESE SECRETS, to make known the INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS AND VISIONS to kings, that all men may know their hearts and BY TRUTH know God is a God of God's, and a Lord of Kings; and indeed a REVEALER OF SECRETS because of DIVINE OMNISCIENCE, settling in their hearts and consciences, witnessing to the LAW OF GOD, in the day when God shall JUGDE THE SECRETS OF MEN by Jesus Christ according to the Gospel message of Glad Tidings of Good News. These are THE PROPHESYS WHICH MANIFEST THE SECRETS OF MEN'S HEARTS and cause them to fall down and worship and witness that GOD IS with (these) PROPHETS OF TRUTH, who are servants of Jesus Christ --- Apostles separated unto the Gospel of God as promised, for he promised his PROPHETS in the ancient holy scriptures (writ, graphe, documents) in THE PREDICTION of Jesus Christ our Lord, who was born just like the patriarch David was, in human flesh: whom now is made manifest, and BY THE SCRIPTURES OF THE PROPHETS, according to the EVERLASTING GOD, made known to all nations (ALL |PEOPLES) for the OBEDIENCE OF FAITH, which OBEDIENCE is deserving of a God of such WISDOM that he should be glorified for ever through Jesus, the christ. All these hath the INVISIBLE church (for those who have the kingdom of God within them) manifest in APOSTLES uppermost, then PROPHETS, then Teachers, then Miracles Workers, Healers and their gifts, Gifted Helpers, and Administrators of God, especially in all languages spoken by the nations (peoples); for the SPIRIT OF THE PROPHETS ARE SUBJECT TO THE PROPHETS that there may be no confusion of BABEL or BABYLON, but peace in all the INVISIBLE CHURCHES (of the hearts) of the saints; who are no more strangers but fellow citizens of God's GOVERNMENT, with the saints, and of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the Apostles and PROPHETS, Jesus Christ himself being the CHIEF CORNERSTONE OF GOD THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF GOD. AMEN, and amen.

(This is a poem actually. It takes a bit of pain to read through it though, because the style is "continual paragraphing." References: De 29:29/Dan 2:2,3/ Mt 13:34-36/Job 11:6-7/Ps 44:21-22/Pv 11:13,14/Dan 2:29,30,47/Rm 2:15-17/Rm 1:2,3/1 Cor 12:28/14:32,33/Eph 2:20-22)