THE FINAL SHOW
Where are your brothers now?
They sell your soul for pittance,
Nineveh’s golden cow.
Jonah fled on a stormy sea,
Tossed from stern to bow,
He’d rather save a dying leaf,
Than save your furled brow.
Hezekiah would not have you,
Isaiah shunned your fame,
Yahweh put a hook in your nose,
Your sons cut off your name.
Your cisterns drew from mountains,
Your gardens drew acclaim,
But all has withered in the sand,
Your kingdom up in flame.
You pounced on broken people,
You served the pagan heart,
You danced with good and evil,
Not telling them apart.
The jewel of the Tigris,
Cut from Eden’s heart,
Yet consumed by canker worms,
From the very start.
God saved you once … Will He do it again?
Will He teach you how to flow?
Will He catch you as the curtain drops,
Upon the final show?
Sheila Willar - November 08, 2016
2 Kings 19:28 (KJV)
Because thy rage against Me and thy tumult is come up into Mine ears, therefore I will put My hook in thy nose, and My bridle in they lips, and I will turn thee back by the way by which thou camest.
Down in the valley on a teeny-weeny boat,
Tossed in a tempest on a rinky-dinky float,
Puffing and pulling on an itsy-bitsy rope,
While Jesus slept ... they lost all hope.
Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Jeremiah 33:3 (KJV)
Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.
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