"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 no 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.