~An Ode to Ignorance

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An Ode to Ignorance

I’ve sat here many a time this week,
Seeking to pen a proper post.
And yet, ‘ere I try to form the words,
I may get a few sentences, at most.

No topic would clearly come to me,
Upon no subject could I lay a hand
Instead, they flew away – far a’non –
And I left without a distinct plan.

I scribbled in circles, I tapped on the keys,
For once, nothing would me, assist.
Until Lady Jocelyn did suggest –
Well, after all, she suggested, this.

That I write a post without any knowledge –
Well, about my lacking intellectual cement –
So, here you have it – an ode to ignorance!
Perhaps some amusement, to your day, it has lent.

To the KING be all the glory!

~The Rotten Lad

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This poem is not meant to be taken too literally. To be honest, I think I wrote most of it after reading Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and decided to try my hand at a similar kind of poetry. (Not saying I succeeded!) Bethany enjoyed this poem and encouraged me to finish it, so here it is! Oh, and it must be read with a Scottish accent – whether aloud or in your head. That is an absolute must. :D

 

The Rotten Lad
A tale this is, of a rotten lad
With a thatch of Scot red hair.
He lay around, a lazy bones,
As if he hadn’t a care.

His arms were skinny from lack of use
His were skeletons – aye!
His body so suffered from disuse,
It could do little else, but sigh.

His head t’was empty, don’t you know
With only images would he fill.
Show after film after another he watched
‘Til his imagination did he kill.

He eyed a book as a movie gone wrong.
“Why ‘tis only a script!” he said.
And he used a hardbound, classic tale,
As a plate to eat his bread.

“There is no sense in games,” said he,
“After all, what point have they?”
So, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms,
Stubbornly refusing to play.

As then to study, no worse than he
Has ever before walked this earth!
“I learn all I need, from my movies indeed!”
So he happ’ly gave his knowledge a dirth.

I know not what will become of him,
For the lad hated all work, as well.
“If work were jolly and not such a bore!”
So, honest labor from his consideration fell.

There, he sat, upon his old couch,
Letting precious time pass him by.
Ah! Some one need remind him, our time’s not ours,
And eventually, away it will fly.

One day, he will wish, he didn’t just waste,
Those precious years with mindless wand’ring.
He’ll wish he had read, knew how to work,
And could study just about anything.

So listen and be thankful, while you may scoff,
That your parents didn’t allow such as he,
Because, this mindless lad, though rotten I may call,
Could have once been the wish of you or me.

To the KING be all the glory!

~Stand Up and Rejoice!

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Why are you so discouraged?
Why does your countenance lack in joy?
Why do you carry a burden so great?
Why such disparaging words employ?

Do you not recall, saddened one,
Recall that our LORD is risen again?
That He conquered death, the silence, the grave,
After a spotless sacrifice for sin?

I say, stand up and rejoice!
Lift up your voice in endless praise!
Give up your burden – lay it at His feet!
Sending up songs to the Ancient of Days!

Rejoice in your trials – He’s on the throne!
On days that are dark, on your knees fall,
Then, stand and remember, and cling to His joy,
Trusting in He Who hears and sees all.

~But They Know, They Know!

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But They Know, They Know!

I sit and watch someone so dear
Who once had claimed the Narrow Way.
I see them let the Tempter play
And slowly all their longings sway.
They say they have nothing to fear;
They justify the wrong to right.
They go on until they no longer steer
Away from wrong – they run to it on sight.

First, they justified one step to lead
Towards the Devil’s sinful cord,
Delighting; then they leave their Sword
And soon they’re running from the LORD.
What had been planted with one deed
Has grown beyond what they could tell.
With backs to God, they their sin feed
And laugh as they, their souls do sell.

“But they know the truth!” my heart cries.
“They know their actions are vile sin!
How can they turn their backs on Him?
Filling their days, sinning again?
Do they not crack, as their soul dries?
Does not their burden grow each day?
Do they not cringe at new sin ties?
They know, they know! the Truth; the Way!

And then I look upon myself.
I too know the Truth and the Way.
But do I live from day to day
By God’s Word and let come what may;
Does His great love in me abound?
Are His words often on my lips?
Do my hands do His work when found?
Do I repent when my foot slips?

Because, I know, I know! as do they,
Of this powerful, righteous King.
Of Whose great might, this earth doth ring,
This Creator of everything.
Now on my knees, what can I say?
“God, be merciful unto me!
And for my friend, LORD, I do pray,
Save! If Thy will, it will also be!”

My heart still aches for that person dear.
Often, I will repeat my prayer.
Often will they be in my care –
Only in mind – but they will stay there.
It’s true, sometimes I do quite fear,
Their end will be flames and burning.
Thank God, I can trust Him when I hear,
Them loud their Creator spurning.

I trust Him; He knows; His will is best.
I trust Him when my heart is broke.
I trust Him with my heavy yoke.
Even when sorrow, with tears I soak.
With prayers, I’ll leave to Him the rest.
He knows so much better than I!
“I trust you, LORD. Strengthen me, lest
My faith grow weak and my prayers die!”

 

This poem was written, describing the ache and turmoil in watching those we hold dear turn away from the LORD they once claimed to follow, as well as a reflection on “but for the grace of God, there go I”.

To the KING be all the glory!

~Tongue of Steel

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Can’t anyone see the sword that lies
So easily within their grasp?
Don’t they realize just how often,
They unsheathe and quickly clasp?

Can’t they see the blood run down
From the hearts they nimbly shred?
Instead, they sharpen blade and steel,
And plunge again instead.

Can’t they see the falling tears
That run from lid to cheek?
Instead, they wipe their blade again,
Admiring the shape so sleek.

Can’t they see the shoulders bow –
Know the searing they inflict?
Instead, they simply seem to see
Another victorious conflict.

Can’t they see – oh! can’t they see? –
The hidden, ripping pain?
When they unsheathe their tongue – their sword!
And thrust it in again!

They rip and tear, hack and saw
Without a thought or taking heed;
If only, in their bringing down,
They might happily succeed.

Don’t they realize – don’t they see? –
That they have gone too far?
There is a time to use their sword –
But in love, not just to mar!

There is a better purpose for
This intrinsic work of steel.
There are times to cause a wound,
But, oh! so many times to heal!

To help to stitch the heart in shreds
And assist to dry saddened tears;
To strengthen shoulders, easing pain,
And praying during aches and fears.

To use our swords, in love and wisdom,
Daily – can not we strive and pray?
Wounding in love, but healing more,
As we go from day to day.

There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of the sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Proverbs 12:18

To the KING be all the glory!

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