Nell
12-25-2022, 08:55 PM
T’was the night before Christmas when all through the Church
not a saint was rejoicing, though the Scriptures they searched
Brothers and sisters were hung on The One Ministry
with hopes in a Vision they were told they must see
The Blendeds boasted and toasted the words that Lee said,
while God’s children lie hopelessly lost and near dead
Though with righteous defiance they would all deny
they’ve now become the religion they once decried
Through the conferences and Trainings and DCP
The Brothers insist that we don’t see what we see
With all the deception and sins they have covered,
now begs the question, just what has been recovered?
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Some saints are now speaking so bold and so clear
And out on the net there arose some hopeful chatter,
there were even some inklings that the Truth still mattered
There were signs of release from a long winter’s spell,
encouraged by the humor and good sense of our Cal
There were signs that things just might not be the same,
With hope that the saints could really be Unchained
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the Forum
God was gaining some ground despite UntoHim’s decorum
For some lame are now healed, some blind have gained sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!
not a saint was rejoicing, though the Scriptures they searched
Brothers and sisters were hung on The One Ministry
with hopes in a Vision they were told they must see
The Blendeds boasted and toasted the words that Lee said,
while God’s children lie hopelessly lost and near dead
Though with righteous defiance they would all deny
they’ve now become the religion they once decried
Through the conferences and Trainings and DCP
The Brothers insist that we don’t see what we see
With all the deception and sins they have covered,
now begs the question, just what has been recovered?
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Some saints are now speaking so bold and so clear
And out on the net there arose some hopeful chatter,
there were even some inklings that the Truth still mattered
There were signs of release from a long winter’s spell,
encouraged by the humor and good sense of our Cal
There were signs that things just might not be the same,
With hope that the saints could really be Unchained
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the Forum
God was gaining some ground despite UntoHim’s decorum
For some lame are now healed, some blind have gained sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!