Diversity

Diversity within God's plan
Is a wonderful thing
But rules and traditions of man
Can have a hollow ring

Diversity outside God's plan
is sin and hurts us all
And some ideas of modern man
Lead straight to our downfall

So when they shout diversity
Be careful what you hear
It might be just perversity
And joy will disappear

Be loyal to the Word of God
Be careful not to stray
Don't give their heresies a nod
And don't become their prey

Please Don't Send me to America

Please don't send me to America
where crime, pollution, cancer rule
Please don't call me weak and delicate
I had to go for school

I married a gal from Maryland
We had four boys, and now they're grown
Our sons are very special and
They've children of their own

When I'm at home in America
I long to hear the magpie's call
When I'm home in Australia
Parking spots are too small

Now we've children on two continents
And eight grandchildren that we miss
Of travel that's a consequence
And so we reminisce

Government

Government protects our freedom
and it educates our children,
gives our city sanitation,
funds our roads and transportation,

GPS, communication,
Mail and nuclear power stations,
Welfare and not destitution,
Safety, health administration,

Funding research and the weather,
Clean water and clean air as well,
Military all together,
And satellites in space propelled,

So next time that you drive upon
The road and pass a school bus there
Be thankful for the road you're on
and GPS and say a prayer.

For government and all its faults
Has done a lot for our nation.
Police protect us from assaults
And deserve our affirmation.

Government is far from perfect
And no one pays their tax with joy,
But they do good too; have you checked?
Too bad they are our whipping boy!

Hungry, Thirsty, and a Stranger to You

Pharisee heard just repent and believe
There's nothing to do except to receive
But he was all wrong;
that doesn't belong
For John said fruits of repentance you need

Conservative thought he had faith you know
By faith he was righteous, pure as the snow
He chose to ignore
the plight of the poor
His faith without works was dead, just a show

Liberal gave to the poor of the land
For hunger and sickness she took a stand
But babies may die,
just don't let them cry
A stranger's not welcome when he's unplanned

Hungry, thirsty, and a stranger to you
I was naked, sick, and in prison too
The evidence here
is really quite clear
A faith without works it just will not do

He's got Ammunition; Just Call it Socialism

There’s a selfish rich man who wants to keep it all

A man who lives for self alone and not others

When someone dares to complain; if they have the gall

He calls it socialism; not love of brothers

Jesus taught the disciples love God and neighbor

Which does not fit with selfish living dear rich man

A just wage is the price to pay those who labor

He calls that socialism and dodges God’s plan

We all pay taxes and have learned to pull our weight

But not the rich man; he finds a more selfish way

Congress gives him loopholes to pay a lower rate

He calls it socialism if he’s got to pay

If they call him greedy he’s got ammunition

Why should he share? That’s nothing but socialism

Our Mothers

Our first mother of all was Eve

She was young and very naive

Along came the snake

Her virtue to take

A target for him to deceive

And let’s not forget mother Ruth

A widow she was in her youth

After her weeping

Helped with the reaping

And gave up her idols for truth

Mother Mary she birthed our Lord

And her heart must surely have soared

She suffered great loss

He died on the cross

When he rose her joy was restored

Our earthly mothers gave us birth

A start to our life here on earth

They gave us a life

In peace or in strife

A life that God treasures with worth

Mother Jerusalem above

Heaven’s wondrous place we talk of

She is our mother

Our church of wonder

She’s the Bride that Jesus does love

Parody - King of my Soul (Tune: King of the Road)

Key G (starting note G)  

G           C           D7         G
From heaven his descent to Beth-le-hem he went
         C            D7 N/C
No bed no door no desk he ain't got no plush address ah but
G          C                   D7            G
No sadness and no gloom just a very grateful joyful room
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

               C           D7         G
Christmas star, candy cane, jubilation Jesus reigns
          C            D7 N/C
Jesus king of the Jews, I don't know of better news
       G           C            D7              G
I spoke old stories I have found none as good as Jesus crowned
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

                                 C
I know churches far and near from China to Spain
D7                         G
All of the Christians they love him the same
                     C
Let every band out in every town
    D7
Sing merry songs that folks adopt from all around


Repeat #1

Parody: True Great News (Blue Suede Shoes)

              E                  E

    Well it's one for the money, two for the show
                      E
Three to get ready now go go go
   A                                 E
But don't you, step on the true great news
            B7                  A                     E
Well you can do anything but lay off of the true great news

            E              E
    You can knock me down, step on my face
E                   E
Slander my name all over the place
E                    E
Do anything that you wanna do
  E                 E7
So uh uh honey don’t scoff at that news
   A                                E
And don't you, step on my true great news
       B7                  A                    E E E A E B7 E
You can do anything but lay off of my true great news

                 E              E
    Well you can burn my house, steal my car
E                       E
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
E                    E
Do anything that you wanna do
   E                 E7
But uh uh honey don’t scoff at that news
   A                                  E
And don't you, step on that true great news
       B7                  A                     E E E A E B7 E
You can do anything but lay off of the true great news

              E                  E
    Well it's one for the money, two for the show
E                    E
Three to get ready now go go go
   A                                E
But don't you, step on my true great news
            B7                    A                      E
Well you can do anything but don’t scoff at my true great news

              E
    Well it's true, true, true great news
E
True, true, true great news, yeah
A
True, true, true great news
E
True, true, true great news
            B7                    A                      E
Well you can do anything but don’t scoff at my true great news

Poem of Hattie May Wiatt

Hattie May Wiatt went to church
But found no room though she did search
The chapel was small
And filled wall to wall
No place to sit down, not a perch

A very large congregation
Finding seats a complication
She just wanted in
But how could she win
A Sunday School education

Books in hand and an offering
She waited almost wavering
But who could foretell
That Pastor Conwell
Would pity a child’s suffering

Like a rock, a giant boulder
Like a brave heroic soldier
So fearless and true
He took her right through
Carried Hattie on his shoulder

Sunday School, at last she was there
In a corner she found a chair
The very next day
They met by the way
The pastor had a dream to share

To build a large Sunday School room
He hoped to build it very soon
It would be awesome
Just one big problem
No money! How inopportune!

Then Hattie got sick by and by
Everyone prayed but she did die
God’s precious small girl
Had said her farewell
In God’s shining world she’s alive

Before God took her Hattie saved
For the Sunday School that she craved
Fifty seven cents
Her mother presents
A child’s gift from beyond the grave

The pastor told all the willing
The first amount for the building
From a little girl
Let’s give it a whirl
And bring her dream to fulfilling

This set in motion great events
But I won’t keep you in suspense
A house was acquired
The money inspired
By Hattie’s fifty seven cents

In those days church was in demand
And that church started to expand
Philadelphia
in Pennsylvania
A small child’s faith—God’s mighty hand

That’s not the end as you will see
That school grew quite remarkably
And now it has grown
And is quite well known
The Temple University

The Samaritan hospital
and the Garretson Hospital
Fifty seven cents
An impact immense
Hattie’s gift is responsible

Christmas reminds us all to share
A little child or millionaire
Giving to the least
We give it to Christ
For Jesus teaches us to care

Parody: Mustard Seed (Abilene)

C            E7             F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen
D7                 G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small but don’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C        E7
Sycamore, or alpine might 
F              C
Tell them both, “Move out of sight.”
D7                       G7
Faith to transplant them into the sea
           C     F           C

the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen
D7                G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C                           E7
Increase our faith, was the apostles’ plea 
F               C
Faith so small, move a tree,
D7                 G7
Move a mountain in-to the sea
           C     F           C

the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen
D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed
D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed