Today's timericks.

 

In the small Dutch town of Urk/taking advantage of murk/rioters struck/and ran amok/defying both country and kirk. 

In Italy the leadership/lasts no longer than a thrip/Administrations come and go/quicker than a burlesque show/When in Rome lookout for clerks/going out like fireworks.

When shopping at a brick & mortar/I don't buy more than I orter/Cuz it's hard to lug around/Hernias come pound for pound/But when online I do shop/I do not know how to stop/Now I have a gunny sack/filled with bottles of arak!

My winter furbelow

 

The thickening Minnesota snow

felt like icing on white cakes

when I lay down as a child in it.

Now that I've supposedly matured

I still find myself quite lured

to make angels in the flakes

for a winter furbelow.

We rejoice in Christ

 

When we have a healthy view,

it's happiness we will pursue.

Make, therefore, a conscious choice

that in the Christ you will rejoice.

Only he has love and weight

enough to promise our glad fate.

Today's timericks.

 

How many strains of Covid are there/that's what I wanna know/Seems we need a new vaccine/now each month in a row/There's one in London, Cape Town too/Perhaps the next's from Kalamazoo/Moscow, Beijing -- musical chairs!/It catches us all unawares. 

No Budweiser this Super Bowl?/When they've played a splendid role/in America's big day/keeping sobriety at bay?/You might as well play baseball, kid/without the players chewing quid.

Melting faster than predicted/ice sheets may have us evicted/from our seaside frolics soon/Surf is up in Saskatoon!/Walruses get awful gawky/when they surface near Milwaukee/Say goodbye to trailer park/and build yourself a Noah's Ark!

Thy ways are just.

 

I'm through with second guessing

the intentions of the Lord.

My notions of his dealings

are the rattling of a gourd.

God's providence may not be clear,

so I must learn to trust

in his loving kindness

and to say "Thy ways are just!"

Today's timericks.

 

A hard boiled egg first thing each day/is joy to slob or prim gourmet/It's versatile and goes down well/with caviar or muscatel/That is why I do feel undone/Since I never learned to peel one!

The stock market does upward glide/like a roller coaster ride/Breaking records, minting gold/for a few who bought and sold/Today the bull may wear a crown/but what goes up must sure come down . . . 

Racist far-right movements/momentum now achieve/as their online poison/they do gladly weave/With heads and hearts so hollow/that they will fill with trash/some follow these deceivers/and like to hear stuff crash/So ignorance and hatred/the spotlight have embraced/Their goal has never varied/They want to lay things waste.

And his word shall hiss forth from generation to generation

 

The word of the Lord is abundant;

a sissing insistent and sweet.

Our job is to sow it

so nations will know it;

dumbfounding the proud and elite.

It's cogent and never redundant. 

Sandals in the Snow.

 

I'm wearing sandals in the snow;

me, an elderly patriarch.

If my old mother saw me now

there's no doubt she'd drop a scow.

Her grown up son, out on a lark!

With frozen toes and giddy brow.

The day of miracles has not ceased.

 

God of wonder, God of might,

lead us from this faithless night!

Let thy miracles be known

and to one and all be shown.

Help us each to testify

that thy marvels are nearby!

And he will plead your cause

 

Our advocate is Jesus Christ;

the Father hears his plea.

He knows each one of us

and asks the Father for mercy.

No other intercession 

is effective at the Throne;

his love for us is infinite,

his power stands alone.