Luke 1:32-34He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David: And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end. Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?
Luke 1:30-31And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
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Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn’t believe what he seen Laid on the ground and shook, fearin’ for his life Then he ran all the way to town screamin’ “It came out of the sky.”
Well, a crowd gathered ’round and a scientist said it was marsh gas Spiro came and made a speech about raising the Mars tax The Vatican said, “Woe, the Lord has come” Hollywood rushed out an epic film And Ronnie the Popular said it was a communist plot, yeah
Oh, the newspaper came and made Jody a national hero Walter and Eric said they’d put him on a network T.V. show The White House said, “Put the thing in the Blue Room” The Vatican said, “No, it belongs to Rome.” And Jody said, “It’s mine, but you can have it for seventeen million.”
Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn’t believe what he seen Laid on the ground a-shakin’, fearin’ for his life Then he ran all the way to town screamin’ “It came out of the sky.”
Matthew 13:38-40 The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one; The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. As therefore the tares are gathered and burned in the fire; so shall it be in the end of this world.
Romans 1:28-30 And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents,
Jeremiah 25:32 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, Behold, evil shall go forth from nation to nation, and a great whirlwind shall be raised up from the coasts of the earth.
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Warning lights are flashing down at quality control. Somebody threw a spanner, they threw him in the hole. There’s rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town. Somebody blew the whistle, and the walls came down.
There’s a meeting in the boardroom, They’re trying to trace the smell. There’s leaking in the washroom, There’s a sneak in personnel.
Somewhere in the corridors, Someone was heard to sneeze. Goodness me Could this be Industrial disease?
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post. Refusing to be pacified, it’s him they blame the most. The watchdog’s got rabies, the foreman’s got fleas. Everyone’s concerned about industrial disease.
There’s panic on the switchboard, tongues in knots. Some come out in sympathy, some come out in spots. Some blame the management, some the employees. Everybody knows it’s the industrial disease.
Yeah, and now the work force is disgusted, downs tools and walks. Innocence is injured, experience just talks. Everyone seeks damages, everyone agrees That these are “classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze”.
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse. Philosophy is useless, theology is worse. History boils over there’s an economics freeze. Sociologists invent words that mean “industrial disease”.
Doctor Parkinson declared, “I’m not surprised to see you here. You’ve got smokers cough from smoking, brewer’s droop from drinking beer. I don’t know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees, But worst of all, young man, you’ve got industrial disease.”
He wrote me a prescription he said, “You are depressed. I’m glad you came to see me to get this off your chest. Come back and see me later. Next patient, please. Send in another victim of industrial disease.”
Oh, splendid.
I go down to speaker’s corner. I’m thunderstruck. They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks. Two men say they’re Jesus. One of them must be wrong. There’s a protest singer, he’s singing a protest song. He says,
“They wanna have a war to keep their factories. They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees. They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese. They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease.
They’re pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind. They wanna sap your energy, incarcerate your mind. Give you “Rule Britannia”, gassy beer, page three. Two weeks in España and Sunday striptease.”
Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, “I’d cure it soon. Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons.” The other one’s on a hunger strike, he’s dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease?
Psalm 5:11 But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.