╨╧рб▒с>■    ■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    ▄еhcр eА▐ Y▐jjjjjjj~~~~~~ И~Ъ1ШШШШШШШШШЪЪЪЪЪЪ╦X#6ЪjШШШШШЪШjjШШШШШШjШjШШ`NUJп┴╞~~jjjjШШШШWhy Jonesboro Wept Ballad of the Red Star Money, sex, blood-spilling sports, the engine that runs even courts, abuse that rips up family, a president gropes shamelessly-- weТre loving POWER for its sake, while blood from victims spreads a lake. (Refrain) Star of blunder, Star of blight, Star of red-jawed, lion bite, All misleading, All polluting... Lord, save us with your Gospel Light! Murder, violence stalk the land, exalted, served on every hand. We reap the deaths at Jonesboro-- deaths WE caused because we sow the notion that MY life is won when I, not you, am Number 1. (R) POWER is this deadly game by which we seek ourselves some fame. Schools teach that no one counts,* Hollywood shows how to pounce.** УPower up!Ф--broadcasts our Star, and steroids gas our muscle car. (R) Kill, if that is what it takes to fill the void that aches and aches. How diffТrent was the meek Christ born in Bethlehem for men forelorn.* Humanity was crushed by sin, trapped in guilt that burned within. (R) Rome then sat upon the throne, but her scepter was on loan. It passed to us eventually, and now it crushes, sea to sea. POWER, someone said, corrupts, Like Mt. St. Helens, it erupts! (R) Laugh and question what IТve said, but look, our hands are stained star-red! But if you want to be set free, the One to seek can grant mercy. He came, he suffered for one thing, to slip on each His wedding ring. ________________________ By R. Ginther, Butterfly Productions. *We are animals, not God-fashioned for fellowship with Him **Terminator I, II (and the like) ***Ф Let this mind be in you which was in Christ Jesus... He humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the Cross..Ф Luke 2:5, 8b,c бд╨/ер=жзиайак2РЧ▌ ▐ ° √°ЎЎЇuVБUБcUБVБc( .UwТ│╘¤)HjР┤╙ї4WvЬ┐р(KrЩ╣╓ "?[{Ъ┐ц0QuЧ░╓∙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■-∙" G o Ч ┼ ▌ ▐ ■■■■■■■K@ё Normala "A@Є б"Default Paragraph Font▐▐     ° ∙▐  @1РTimes New Roman РSymbol "РArial"А╨h+Еиf+Еиfm\е■йГ 6Why Jonesboro Wept Ron GintherOwner■   ¤    ■   ■                               ■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Root Entry         └F`NUJп┴╞ @WordDocument    YCompObj            jSummaryInformation(        ╚■    ■    ■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               ■       └FMicrosoft Word Document MSWordDocWord.Document.8Ї9▓q■ рЕЯЄ∙OhлС+'│┘0ШШа╝╚▄шЇ   H T ` lxАИРфWhy Jonesboro Wept Ron GintherNormalOwnerП2Microsoft Word for Windows 95d@МЖGDocumentSummaryInformation8             ╝                                    ■       └FMicrosoft Word Document MSWordDocWord.Document.8Ї9▓qф  Why Jonesboro Wept@┤¤JЁи@:2<п┴╞@:2<п┴╞■й■ ╒═╒Ь.УЧ+,∙о0М8@H PX `ф  Why Jonesboro Wept