Isaiah 33:14 The sinners in Zion are afraid; fearfulness hath surprised the hypocrites. Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?
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SPECIAL LYRIC FOR THE DAY
( WAS NOT A BIG FAN OF OZZY, BUT THIS ONE SUMS IT UP PRETTY WELL. AND IT’S STILL GOING ON TODAY!)
John Michael “Ozzy” Osbourne ( December 3 1948 – July 22, 2025 )
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgment day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgment God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah
( War Pigs by O. Osbourne, W. Ward, G. Butler, T. Iommi )
Job 38:2-3 Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
I’m a piece of work, I’m iron and lace
I’m shy right up there in your face
I’m all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass
I’m a sweetheart, genius, restless jerk
Lord have mercy, I’m a piece of work
Well, the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I’d remember him
Or her in the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Never better, bad or worse
Down to the letter, I’m a piece of work
I’m a piece of work, I’m an angel’s fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared, brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full-on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I’m a Zen, wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
I’m a dreadful sight and I just don’t care
Spent all morning pulling out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
Half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, Bloody (Mary please)
(Wipe that smile right off of your knees)
I’m a CEO of the mailroom clerks
(Lord have mercy, what a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work, I’m a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choir boy’s face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out, woman, I’ma get to you
I’m a gladiator with a mind to irk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
Nahum 1:11 There is one come out of thee, that imagineth evil against the LORD, a wicked counsellor.
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Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed?
That the news is all bad?
Well, I think it’s time for a song about that
Up on the east side of Manhattan
They’re still dancing with the stars
While over in sub-prime city
It’s getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There’s too much going wrong
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
And write a high speed drinking song
Millionaires losing everything
Hey, welcome to the other side of life
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls
But you get to keep your wife
And don’t forget the auto makers
Swimmin’ upstream like a trout
They let the shit hit the fan and then they made a plan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
Now Madoff made off with all the money
And his clients are down to skunk weed
Repeat after me, it’s so easy to see
We’re only talking simple greed
And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold
While Bush and Cheney ain’t around
And all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
From Key West to London town
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
So pour me some Tennessee whiskey
Pour me a fine Jamaican rum
That loud mouth soup
Can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I’ll have some!
Well, the family devalues
And little children plan their net worth
And the truth, wherever it’s hiding
Can’t be found on Google Earth
Citibank’s buying jets with our money
I wanna flog ’em with a buggy whip
Let’s hope Barack and Joe won’t let the volcano blow
And patch the hole in our sinking ship
There’s the price of oil, the war of the spoils
Here’s your bucket for the big bailout
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
We’ve got a lot to drink about
Recession, oppression, depression, good God
CNN keeps bummin’ me out
I can’t take another doomsday minute
Got a lot to drink, a lot to think, a lot to drink about
God bless America
( A Lot To Drink About by Will Kimbrough, Jimmy Buffett and, Mac McAnally )
John 21:18 Verily, verily, I say unto thee, When thou wast young, thou girdest thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but when thou shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not.
John 10:28-30And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand. I and my Father are one.
Matthew 13:30 Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.