I know we have all read poems about the TV, but I got a new book the other day called, "The Language of the King James" by Gail Riplinger. This poem is in the book and I have not seen it before.

The Fox and the Chickens

The devil's captured all God's troops
and keeps them in his 'chicken coops.
No cage. no bars, no locks, no keys
Just froze’n front of their TVs.

The devil's got remote control
of every single Christian soul,
who sits, and stares, and soaks in sin
some news, some laughs, some Benny Hinn.
Some hooked on soaps, some snared on sports,
cant miss those special news reports.

We've got a good ole KJV,
but spend our time with the TV.
Go through God's list of do's and don’ts,
then list for him all of your won’ts.

They're putting thoughts into your brain,
until you’re numb and half insane.
“But much or some,” you say's “Ok”
“Perhaps I'll quit another day.”
(I must keep up with old O.J.)

“I've worked and toiled all day long.
Just want to sit. Can that be wrong?”
Another show, just some more news
So Satan goes and takes a snooze.

He’s got them captive, mute, and bound
while he shoots out another round
of fiery darts to pierce you through,
defile your soul, and silence you.

The meal’s ready to serve up
to daddy’s ‘dish’
from MOTHER'S “cup,” Rev 17
transformers posed to boot it up.
Would to God, they’d cut the cord,
Play the man before hell’s hordes.
Take up the sword...Fight for the Lord
Turn off hell’s wicked circuit board.