Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Poetry

Rescue the Oppressed . . .

“Eye hath not seen, Nor ear heard, Neither hath in entered The heart of man What God hath prepared.” So don’t bother to wonder! Just do what He says: Feed the poor, Clothe the naked,, Rescue the oppressed. Justice shall you do Until your days are through. Simple enough; get tough. 8 Feb early p.m.

On a Unified Church

I say unity was brought by abortion Givin’ up our Bible contortions Focusing on the truth that counts, Not the trivia that doesn’t amount To anything that feeds the soul Or advances justice by His law. Gotta get your doctrine straight To get through that holy gate! Or be a Baptomethpresluthocostian Gettin’ on with anybody […]

Job 29:12-17 (Updated)

I rescued the poor who cried for help, And the fatherless who had none to assist them. The one who was dying blessed me; I made the widow’s heart sing. I put on righteousness as my clothing; Justice was my robe and my turban. I was eyes to the blind And feet to the lame. […]

Vigorously Serious

We ought to be vigorously serious About what the Church can be: Christ to the state and to the nation; Him the world is enabled to see! We are that means of his visibility; We are here taking His place. Whether we have a building Or meet in a field somewhere, We make Him known […]

To Be Ruled By Elders

The church was to be ruled by elders Not a pastor, don’t you see? ‘Twas always a better way To avoid, you know, a monarchy. You can see it throughout the scriptures, But it seems people pay them no mind. Rather make it all nice and easy To whine at one, the many, all the […]

Abort an Abortionist?

The right to abort an abortionist Is a genuine appendancy In a real life emergency. When a baby’s life is at stake, Drastic measures we may take. So get off your duff and defend this stuff; Speak the truth with consistency! Are people created in the imago Dei Or are you a fake Christian at […]

The Fish in My Pond!

Out my back window I see fish in my pond; A sight I like to behold, O, much better than gold. Once they were gold in my bowl; Now, I see them from my window, Looking down where the water falls. Around they swim, back and forth, Traveling from south to north And back and […]

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