A Lament: Our Winter of Discontent

 O God, our country is a mess.
 Can we endure in such duress?  
 Burned out downtowns and blood-stained streets 
 And threats of more such horrid feats. 
 Our governance through compromise
 By noble souls, good-willed and wise,
 Once deemed the wisdom of the age,
 Has been usurped by dolts who rage.
 Our prez takes pride in piety
 And puts his soul in jeopardy--
 With sinful edicts he mocks God,
 Who in due time will wield the rod.
 Elections used to set our fate.
 Now they excite a vicious hate,
 Our common ground has disappeared.
 Are these the end-times we have feared?
 PC has spread—metastasized—
 And politics have putrefied.
 World hist'ry proves internal rot
 Can fell a state without a shot.
 Kids choose their sex despite the facts
 And moms kill babes in selfish acts.
 Sex deviants think that they have won,
 Till that day comes all meet the Son.
 There was a day we used to say
 That God smiles on the USA,
 But in His wrath we too can trust—
 God gave them up in all their lust. (Ro. 1:24) 
 Such sinfulness will not end well,
 His Word declares eternal hell.
 They've swapped God's Truth for Satan's lie,
 And been appointed twice to die. (Rev. 20:14)
 John Adams' wife once wrote to him:
 It's God who mounts this whirlwind.
 In sovereign grace this storm He steers,
 Trust Him alone to calm your fears.
 'Twas good advice from Abigail
 Her family Bible she knew well.
 Our God's in charge and for His kin
 The end will be a glorious win!  

"And unto him who mounts the whirlwind and directs the storm, I will cheerfully leave the ordering of my lot, and whether adverse or prosperous days should be my future portion, I will trust in His right hand to lead me safely through, and after a short rotation of events, fix me in a state immutable and happy…Adieu!" (Abigail Adams in a letter to her husband, Sep. 16, 1775, quoted in John Adams, a biography, by David McCullough.)
 Dear friends, consider Mrs. Adams' calm assurance and bold conviction during a perilous time for our country…and emulate Abigail.
 “...fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” (Isaiah 41:10).
 “Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation. When his breath departs, he returns to the earth; on that very day his plans perish. Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord his God” (Psalm 146:3-5). 
 See you in church. 

2 Responses to “A Lament: Our Winter of Discontent”

  1. Paul Otto Says:

    Another wonderful and timely message. The poetic presentation is much appreciated. Mr. Wetterling, you are a man of many talents, even though you choose to fly USAF rather than US Navy. I feel so blessed to know you. God Bless. PO


  2. jdwetterling Says:

    Thank you, Mr. Otto. It takes a better fighter pilot to land on a bobbing postage stamp in the ocean than on two miles of concrete. I’m blessed you condescended to be my friend. GBU


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