Monday, 8 January 2018


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

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.

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