Night Whispers

[Verse 1]
Sardis shit her Sunday whites,
Spilled her wine and killed the lights,
Built her name on dead men's bones,
Waltzed with ghosts and called it home.

Dressed in garb from Fitch & Frank,
Perfume sour and spirit rank,
Dragged her soul up to the throne,
Like a club-foot zombie, all alone.

[Chorus]
You’re dead, girl, dead, can’t you see?
A walking lie in finery.
Built your trust in rust and rot,
And thought the Lord would just forgot.
But names get cros...

And He spoke a parable to them: "Can the blind lead the blind? Will they not both fall into the ditch? (Luke 6:39 NKJV)

I am so bored of church. I am so bored in church. I am so bored of all the seeker-sensitive claptrap.

I’ve been to hundreds of churches—homogenised, cloned zombies, the walking dead—mostly populated by grandmothers, children, asylum seekers, strange men in strange jumpers, unmarried professional women, divorcees, deviants in disguise, and a few cool, twiggy-armed boys with plooks and guitars.

This happened because of the strange symbiotic atmosp...

The simple believes every word, but the prudent considers well his steps. (Proverbs 14:15 NKJV)

Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counsellors there is safety. ( Proverbs 11:14 NKJV)

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. (Proverbs 27:6 NKJV)

I have bathed in the glittering visions

Of many a bluster-blower, and

Ignored all the warning noises

That bounced off the walls of my

Well-bullied ‘knower.’

Yes, I’ve chewed on the ver...

The simple believes every word, but the prudent considers well his steps. (Proverbs 14:15 NKJV)

Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counsellors there is safety. ( Proverbs 11:14 NKJV)

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. (Proverbs 27:6 NKJV)

I have bathed in the glittering visions

Of many a bluster-blower, and

Ignored all the warning noises

That bounced off the walls of my

Well-bullied ‘knower.’

Yes, I’ve chew...

The [i]Dartford tunnel 

Took its toll on our patience and our love and

My wife, trapped in traffic,

Fumed like an old kettle, fit to explode.

At home and with time on my hands and mischief in mind,

I turned to my mistress so fragrant and kind, and 

Took the time to ‘get it on’ once more.

 In the lavender filled washing liquid flavored air

Which oozed out of the white, wet tray above 

The virgin white cube...

The [i]Dartford tunnel 

Took its toll on our patience and our love and

My wife, trapped in traffic,

Fumed like an old kettle, fit to explode.

At home and with time on my hands and mischief in mind,

I turned to my mistress so fragrant and kind, and 

Took the time to ‘get it on’ once more.

 In the lavender filled washing liquid flavored air

Which oozed out of the white, wet tray above 

The virgin white cube...

Reckless Rednecks on I49

Barefoot children at the Five & Dime

Black men shakin’, slidin’ skin

Pick-up trucks with nothin’ in

An extra syllable in evr’y vowel

Sealed flannel sheets and fresh-up towels

De-caff coffee

Diet coke

Well-dressed Christians and a hairy goat

Grits with jelly in the Waffle House

Crushed armadillo and a white wooden house

[i]Skeeter bugs a-dancing on black-eyed peas

Wal Mart 

K-Mart 

Plastic cheese

Plates tha...

Reckless Rednecks on I49

Barefoot children at the Five & Dime

Black men shakin’, slidin’ skin

Pick-up trucks with nothin’ in

An extra syllable in evr’y vowel

Sealed flannel sheets and fresh-up towels

De-caff coffee

Diet coke

Well-dressed Christians and a hairy goat

Grits with jelly in the Waffle House

Crushed armadillo and a white wooden house

[i]Skeeter bugs a-dancing on black-eyed peas

Wal Mart 

K-Mart 

Plastic cheese

Plates tha...

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O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness 

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O...

RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

 O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our vengeance for God...

RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our ven...

O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness 

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O...

O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness 

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O...

🎶 Holler Hallelujah

A Front-Porch Praise Song That Don’t Hide the Scars
 Written by Kentucky Johnson™ & Bobby Farrell
© 2025. All rights reserved. For more, visit www.KentuckyJohnson.com

Verse 1

I ain't got no glitzy choir robe, I ain't got no shiny pew,
 Just this busted rocking chair and an all clear back porch view.
 But I got me breath and I got me the truth,
 And I’m shoutin’ to the heavens like the hills still do.

Chorus

Holler hall...