Poem: Sons of God, Elect

Poem: Sons of God, Elect

I’m proud of Jesus’ word (John 8:44, Rev 3:9)
Proud of my White face
Jewish rage over me is comfort
Music to my race.

Live not we under devils
Lift our heads up high
soldier on, sing His song
In might battle cry.

Our king our God the Monarch Lord
The Jesus Jews reject!
He leads before, He loves our race
We sons of God, Elect!

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16 January 2023
Virginia

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