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When the King Returns

It’s not the nicest place to be–

A non-loyalist when the king returns

To assume his regal duties on his throne.

It’s better to believe his promise to us all,

Though now we see him not.

Those few who do will reap a great reward

Although they did not seek fame for themselves.

With pure heart fervent sought they to serve their king

And help him usher in a thousand years

Of peace and joy in kingdom bliss.

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Flies Floating in the Flask–A Poem

I’ve never met a stranger.

I’ve never lost a friend.

I’ve always tried to endear myself

To the hearts and minds of men.

I’ve used the smile to penetrate

The lonely shell of fear.

And one kind word has opened up

The tragic deafened ear.

To comfort, yes, to comfort all–

That is my cry; that is my call.

But something still keeps nagging me

Like flies that float within the flask.

A fleeting question on the wind

Stops long enough to ask,

Physician, why not heal yourself?

What’s all these words you say?

Go home and weep yourself to sleep.

Your wife left you today.

Kenneth Wayne Hancock

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Crying in the Wilderness*

Rich bankers’ international conspiracy

Wants to imprison the minds of your family

To give themselves to the mark of the beast.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

That’s why we’re crying in the wilderness–

The voice of one crying ’cause the world is in a mess.

People, awake out of sleep.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

The Rockefellers, Rothschilds, and those Esau dukes

All claim to be God’s people, but they’re being used

By Satan to subvert the minds of all who’ll choose

To go their way into one world government.

That’s why we’re crying in the wilderness–

The voice of one crying ’cause the world is in a mess.

People, awake out of sleep.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

Crying, crying, you know we’re crying, we’re crying.

People, awake out of sleep.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

The devil’s last attempt now is to dethrone God,

And it’s taking place through rich men even while you nod,

And sleep and say, “Everything’s going to be all right.”

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

That’s why we’re crying in the wilderness–

The voice of one crying ’cause the world is in a mess.

People, awake out of sleep.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

Well, God has Gideon’s army that He’s coming through.

So join the rank and file ’cause He’s calling you

To be just like the Captain Jesus and to do

The same works as our soon coming King.

That’s why we’re crying in the wilderness,

The voice of one crying ’cause the world is in a mess.

People, awake out of sleep.

Prepare your heart for the coming of the LORD.

Kenneth Wayne Hancock

*{Lyrics to a song I wrote in 1976.  Little did I realize that David Rockefeller would make this bold, confirming statement 15 years after I wrote the song}

“This present window of opportunity, during which a truly peaceful and interdependent world order might be built, will not be open for too long – We are on the verge of a global transformation. All we need is the right major crisis and the nations will accept the New World Order.”

Quote by:
David Rockefeller
(1915- ) Internationalist billionaire, CFR kingpin, founder of the Trilateralist Commission, World Order Godfather
Source:
Sept. 23, 1994
Quote from David Rockefeller

“We are grateful to the Washington Post, The New York Times, Time
Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended
our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost
forty years.”

“It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world
if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years.
But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a
world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite
and world bankers is surely preferable to the national
auto-determination practiced in past centuries.”

Quote by:
David Rockefeller
(1915- ) Internationalist billionaire, CFR kingpin, founder of the Trilateralist Commission, World Order Godfather
Date:
June 1991 Baden, Germany
Source:
Bilderberger Meeting, Baden, Germany

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Let No Errant Bullet Find My Son–A Poem and a Prayer

Let no errant bullet find my son.

Let no screaming shrapnel shred his limbs

And mar a life that’s just begun.

Nor let the carboned dead curled in the sand

Begin to stir his mind into a bitter brew

Of fear, disgust, contempt for humankind.

Let his desert march through death’s shadow

Reveal to him not just what man to man can do,

But let him see the need for him to trust in You.

 

 

Kenneth Wayne Hancock

For his son, Joby,

A sargeant in Iraq,

3rd Infantry Division,

March 21, 2003

 

 

These words rushed into and out of a heart feeling vacant, lonely, and helpless that day.  War has a way of doing that to a man.  It puts things into a new perspective, far away from the bravado of foolish ego.  Being close to death does that to you–makes you come down off your high horse.  That this is good for the soul is one of life’s mysteriously sad ironies.  I felt this first hand in Vietnam and was feeling it again vicariously with my son that morning.

 

And so my only recourse was to call upon the Giver of life to become the Sustainer of life, the life of my son.  And He did answer this prayer.  KWH

 

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The Immortal One–A Poem About a Son of God

 

Be quiet, they were saying.  The Immortal One is about

to speak.  Come on.  We want to see him.  We want to see the man who healed our land and helped us through the end.  Sit down in front!  We want to see!

  

And then he appeared at the bottom of the natural

amphitheater of grass that led down to a small lake. The crowd fell silent as if that, on cue, all had held their breath.  He was not one to be desired on looks alone.  He was plain, and one had to strain to distinguish him from the others that lined the edge of the lake.  He did not stand out until he spoke.  His words resounded over the people:

 

When I came here just months ago,             

I found a people whose heart lay heavy with grief              

     over the loss of so many loved ones.

I found a people in great need of direction.

I found a people blind, nowhere to go, no reason to live.

I found a people who had given up,

          Who long before the tribulation began,

          Who long before the hailstones fell,

Who long before the sun was turned into a shroud for     earth,

Who long before the bloody moon had ceased to be a

    light of love,

Who long before comets colliding and sealanes   

          thrashing and dry land churning with foaming

          salt and sand,

Who long before blood had filled their streets,       

          sweeping out the day’s rubbish and bodies,

Who long before the eyes had cried themselves

          dry, with heaving breasts and bitter moans of

          loved ones lost,

Who long before had demanded rocks to fall on them to         end living death’s sore agony,

Who long before all these woes and more,

Had sought their own retreat from the battle some call life.             

 

And my Father and yours, the King and Creator Himself,

Came to your aid by showing you signs and wonders,

Miracles done through these very hands.

And you fell on your faces before me.

Your tears as streams of joy did soak the thirsty earth.

And you worshipped me as God, and I told you, Do it not,

For I am but one sent from the King Himself.

Worship Him who can grant you immortal life—

Who granted me this life of power you see me have,

Whose evidence you see by your dead raised up

To hug your necks again and kiss your cheeks again,

And say, Mother, I love you. Father, thanks for loving me.    

 

Your fields of hope were burned.

The rivers of your dreams were molten sand and rock.

You wandered dazed in fields of sorrow.

You cried to your gods who have no ears to hear.

But the King heard and was moved in His heart and said,

Go to them whose fields are black,

Whose steams are coals and tell them about me.

Tell them of my kingdom and my righteousness

     and my law.

 

And so I came to you.

You were mine to heal and mine to show the way.

But I did not tell you all the secrets of the King.

You did not ask.

It was not time to enter mansions

Whose rooms are gold with light,

Whose doors lead joyful pilgrims on to praise.

But that time is now.

That time is now.

 

 

 

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