Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Poetry

Sportin’ My MAGA Hat!

Sportin’ My MAGA Hat!Said to me, “How you do it?”“Do what?” said I.Said, “Make America Great again”?“You got to blow ’em up real good!”‘How’s that?” said he“You heard me! Boom!”There just ain’t no roomIn a land of good and plentyTo sit around emptyOf mercy and indignation.We got to fix this nation.Got things to do, we’re […]

The Rain Falls Down

The rain falls down upon The just and the unjust. Down in comes from Him above. Where is the love? We wonder why the trouble The sassing, the hassle. “Life is a drag!” we whine When all is truly quite fine. The King rules quite well, He keeps us from hell, And more than that […]

He Took the Fall

The rain falls down upon The just and the unjust. Down it comes from Him above. Where is the love? We wonder why the trouble The sassing, the hassle. “Life is a drag!” we whine When all is truly quite fine. The King rules well, Keeps us from hell, And more than that He steps […]

What to Do

What to do when You’re through with school? Go on a long picnic? Bomb a clinic? What to do with your life? Oh there is strife With all the sin, Slackers suckin’ on gin. But you have a rule A trustworthy tool, That word from above. It’s all about love And the Truth sent down, […]

In Due Time

In due timeThe accolades will come.And who cares whenOur task is to drive onIn that race ever before usTo bring Him the praiseAll the days of our run?It is long and sometimes harshFor many-a hardy fellow!Steady on!  No yellow!Press on to the endFaithful and steadfast‘Til the last full measureIs given for the NameOf Him who […]

I Will Follow You, Ooh!

Tomlin’s “I Will Follow You” “Who you love, I’ll love How you serve, I’ll serve If this life I lose, I will follow you I will follow you” “Whom you love, I’ll love”!  is correct.  Puullllleaaase!  I can’t enjoy the song because of the sloppy error.  Every time I hear the song I want to […]

You Know You’re An Ass

You know you’re an ass So you hit that grass Trying to escape your sin. Oh the din of that life Rife with all that strife And what to do with yourself? Oh but the wealth That is stored up and ready For the taking Raking it in by the Spirit Who lives and moves […]

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