A House Divided Poem by Terrance Tracy

'Every kingdom divided against itself is bought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand.' It seems as though history has become a mystery unwilling to be solved.

If only we would unite we would not have to live in fright and become a nation of great resolve.
If one can only learn from history the mysteries of contentment, the peoples of the nation would work their parcel of ground, free from those who have nothing but resentment of that which they do not own.

Eminent domain will not remain and manifest destiny is not worth the journey to the land of plenty; greed for prosperity has left the station of our nation in the sad situation without regard of reputation.


How all this happened to come to be is not a mystery, for you see we kicked out the deity from our schools and universities, leaving us the variety of public opinion in which God has no dominion, all that is left is a reprobate mind vociferous and blind.


Technology has replaced theology in our seminaries; teaching Christ is just one way, for there are many paths to God; singing a song like a canary in a cage, the curriculum has engaged in circumcision to a division, which no longer teaches we were once a nation under God through Christ, having liberty and justice for all to enjoy; what will the bird in the cage whine, when the money line will decline, and their education leaves the room to face doom?


The lion of the tribe of Judah will come down and rule from Zion; will this nation submit to his horizon of authority to rule in righteousness, or will they continue to oppress the humble which are the righteousness of God in Christ.


O those who remain would take hold of this refrain; to his government in which he reigns there will be no end.

Terrance Tracy