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June 9, 2001
The
Patriarch
By Doug
Phillips
More noble than the
valiant deeds of shining knights of yore, More powerful than terran plights
that make the rich man poor, More kingly than an earthly throne or a lion
with his pride, Is he whose babes sleep well at night, sure Daddy will
provide.
There is a spirit in
this land, and Jezebel's her name. She's calling you to leave your home for
power, fun, and fame, She wants your wife, your children, too; she'll never
compromise, Until your house is torn in two by listening to her lies.
But though a hundred
thousand million men may fall prey to her lures, And wives en masse leave
home in search of more fulfilling chores, Though preachers praise and
friends embrace her pagan plan of death, Stand strong and quit you like a
man with every blessed breath.
Stand strong and rise,
O man of God to meet this noble call. The battle is not new you see, it's
been here since the Fall. Your wife is your helpmeet, my friend, not another
man's, So care for her and keep her far from Mistress Jezebel's plans.
Protect, provide, and
give to her your undivided life, This is the dear one of your youth, your
precious bride, your wife. Rally to those tiny ones who trust you for their
care, A lifetime spent discipling them is a lifetime pure and rare.
For when they put their
hand in yours and know a daddy's love, You're showing them a picture of the
Father from above. So look not to worldly goals of gain or for your
liberty. Look only into their sweet eyes to find your ministry.
Devote your heart and
sacrifice and make your manly mark, There is none so great as he who finds
his call as PATRIARCH!
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