The Great Caucasian God

 


Every once in a Blue Blue moon a piece of work will grab me. And it don’t matter is it’s religious or secular or just thoughtful and fun. There are so many Alphas running around loose these days. You all know these kids. Claiming they are Woke but marching in lock step to the Pied Piper of AI. Not one original thought abides with them. 

But in the wilderness a voice was heard. Speaking truth that burns the ears of the politically correct, lays words that may not be in the Bible but they should be. Singing as a two-edged sword that will smite the liars, sinners, and ICE agents, yea, even as a child shall lead them all. I give you Jesse Welles! You have just got to catch this kid before he burns out! Where I slither behind metaphor and allusion I bow to his simplicity and honesty of spirit. 

I pray this kid goes far before the world takes him. Not since John Fogarty has a voice rang so true. It is amazing that one so wise has arisen from the garbage dump we call America. May his voice resound through the years for those such as he are few and far between. Many are called but few are chosen. He is beauty without the mix. 




Upon a missile rode the LordRoaring, "Justice is the sword"He was melting off the faces of the damnedYou have heard of Noah's floodThat tale will pale against the bloodPouring out and boiling in uranium sands
Don't you know atomic powerIs just God's celestial shower?There are those that He has chosenAnd those that He has notThere are many who will dieIn the Lord's plan by and byBut it won't be you or IThanks to The Great Caucasian God
And I said, "Lord, be thou nearBlot out everything that's strange to meEverything that's queer"I said, "Lord, don't be farI am in need of a friend indeedThe Great Caucasian God"
Does not the Lord abide in TexasDown in Waco and the rest ofEvery Israel that hubris ever claimed?Does not the Lord abide in prisonsFull of men with holy visions?Don't the Lord abide in every tent and cave?
Does not the Lord abide in bunkersIn rifles without numberEvery Ruby Ridge and Rittenhouse and home?Does not the Lord abide in fearIn tactical gear?Don't the Lord abide in every hell-bent soul?
I said, "Lord, be thou nearBlot out everything that's strange to meEverything that's queer"I said, "Lord, don't be farI am in need of a friend indeedThe Great Caucasian God"
I'd like to take a moment to talk with y'all about deathThere's a lot of folks who fear death coming quick and swift in the nightStealing away from them the toil of their hands and the fruits of their laborBut I say unto you todayThere ain't a crueler trick that death has played on manThan fooling a man into thinking that while his soul was quite dead insideHe was in fact alive on the outside
There is a foolish generationSquandered all their fathers gave themThey are running out of time left to enjoyThey would kill and eat their ownIf the TV told them soSo, they're keen to watch the world burn just to make a point
And they say, "Lord, be thou nearBlot out everything that's strange to meEverything that's queer"They say, "Lord, don't be far"They are in need of a friend indeedThe Great Caucasian GodI am in need of a friend indeedThe Great Caucasian God

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