Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Lamentations

Ah, A Good Man!

(En route to Hell) Among sinners, I am relatively good Yeah! I am one of the best Amidst the world’s wicked (Better an “F” than an “F-“!) Ah, yes!  A good man am I (Comes natural, don’t have to try!); Just look at the fools all about me. Only the darkness do they see! At […]

Isaiah (5:25f.) Redux

Their sin was a great amount And it was on this account That the anger of the Lord did burn; From recompense He would not turn (And they were, naturally, quite concerned). He stretched out His hand and struck ’em down No more! He wasn’t gonna mess around. The corpses were lyin’ in the streets […]

Isaiah 5

(Biblical poetry for the common man) My well-beloved had a vineyardFull of fine grapes for wine.He dug up the dirt real goodAnd planted the choicest vine;Put a nice tower in the middleAnd watched for that fruit to grow,But it didn’t, don’t ya know!Got nothin’ but a bunch o’ duds!He was mad! Wanted someone to thud!So […]

THE Ecclesiastical Scandal of Our Time

There are scandals in local churches and sometimes in denominations involving leaders who ought to know better and be held strictly to a high standard.  We all fall short and those who bear the name of Christ who are high in profile and fall do bring the brightest light of shame upon the Name.  So […]

Dear Americans,

People butcher their babiesIn our neighborhoods and we(Americans in many-a city and state)Tolerate it!How are we any better than thoseWho tolerated slavery? Hang your heads,You who ignore the deadAnd those who earn their moneyMaking dead babiesLike a bee makes honey. 29 August, 2022

Which is Worse?

Planned Parenthood butchers those babies. No doubt! Not even a “maybe”! Anti-life right to the core; Unwanted babies a chore. Just waste ’em if they’re in your way; You need not spoil your day Bothered by another life, Whether or not you’re a wife. So why do public schools Have anything to do with these […]

Many-a Beaten Penny

I find many-a beaten penny, Strolling the streets of Wilmington, Scratched and its glory erased By pavement sliding and scraping. O, what a drag on our coin, Unable for another to purloin, Out of the reach of  the thief. But it gives us a little relief. One less item for another to lust And it […]

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