Saturday, 23 May 2015

"MY WORD"

Isaiah 55: 11; Thess 3: 1

Let me, I pray thee, run,
Begged Ahimaaz. And he went,
Dove to its cote. He ran well
But with now news
Suited to him. Turn aside,
David said. Void.

But when the word ran,
A cheetah fixed towards its prey,
From a dying Saviour
To a dying thief, it accomplished
Glory.

A dog runs patiently, wearing down
Its prey. Saul fled the word
Worrying him, snapping
At him. Grounding him
It accomplished glory.

That which God pleased
Pleased God.

1 comment:

  1. Very well-written scripture based poetry. I like the way you accompany the poem with the scripture it is based on.

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