KEY WORD | BELIEVE
No MoreTo The Wailing Wall
PREAMBLE :-
Luke 15:4
"What man of you,
having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine
in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? NKJV
Explanation | “If
Christians desire to grow thorns to stuff their sleepless pillows, then let
them dote upon their dear ones.” C.H. Spurgeon
The Bible portrays the prodigal
as sheep amongst the pigs. Deliberately lost, deliberately degraded. The
prodigal is an ‘out of place’ son. One thing we can be sure of and that is that
Christ knows His sheep, and in the end, not one is lost. If our prodigal sheep
remain in the swill, then they were never His sheep. Ever. In addition, there
is nothing you can do about that.
Meanwhile, keep praying,
keep hoping, keep believing, and keep your eyes on the horizon. For who knows!
I mean, really, remember that it is often so very late in the day, when the
prodigal returns.
Meanwhile then, stop fretting.
Leave it.
PERFORMANCE TIPS:
1st Stanza
2nd line, 4th Stanza 3rd line and 5th Stanza 3rd
line are awkward in the tongue and all need practice before performance. The
single line of ‘change’ between stanzas 3 & 4, can be said with some
disdain, with sadness or some surprise. Take your pick.
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I dote upon my dear ones
But they dote not upon me
Plough worried furrows in my
brow and
Pay the devils daily fee
I stuff my sleepless pillow
With the thorns of great
distress
Picking bits of puked-up hope
From the vomit of this mess
I push back my graying hairline
With the lost power of King
Canute
And take my friend of happiness
And beat him like a brute
And my loved ones smirked and
carried on
So, I’ve stopped doting on my
dear ones
Now wouldn’t dote them, wouldn’t
dare
Instead, I gently stroke the
failing follicles
Of my now well receded hair
Yes, I’ve stopped doting on my
dear ones and
I’ve started daring to believe
That the Great Good God of
heaven can change
Rebels such as these
So, I’ve took my expectations and
Wailing, stuffed them in the
tree
Believing God will get the pig-sty
sons
Just like He done got me
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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