The President

if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

~2 Chronicles 7:14



To lead a nation means to sacrifice

The private life, where joy and calm increase,

For open hell and public paradise,

With every word and act a centerpiece.


The President’s an anchor and a light,

The man who executes the rules and codes,

Commander of the military might,

A guard of freedom, pioneer of roads.


Without a vision people fall and die,

Without good leaders nations will decay,

But when the trust’s in God, He’ll multiply

His blessings to the people’s work and play.


Thank God we have a ruler to preside

With dreams and deeds that push the past aside.

~Day Williams




1 Blessèd the man who does not walk

By wicked men’s advice or stand

In sinners’ ways or sit inside


The mockers’ seat, 2 but his delight

Is in God’s law, and on his law

He meditates both day and night.


3 He’s like a tree that’s planted by

Some water-streams, which yields its fruit

And whose leaf does not wither, so


Whatever he may do succeeds.

4 Not so the wicked. They’re like chaff

The wind blows off, 5 so wicked men


Will not withstand the judgment, nor

Sinners the good men’s gathering,

6 For on good men God keeps his eyes,


But ways of wicked men will die.



I’m close I sprawl
I rush I stall
I’m free, thrall
I skip I crawl
I’m windows-walls
I’m clear I squall
I rise and fall
I chill and brawl
I’m small and tall
I’m zilch I’m all
I’ll call you, doll.