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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA 
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Coins Was it concerning payments That these fishermen were counselled? These honest Galileans Who were as pious as a priest? Perhaps it was, since in their ranks The Zealot fire still smouldered And patriotism’s sterling soul misplaced Was yet to be released And shown its native country far Yet nearer still than breath Transforming them into willing men To be dealt, not render, death. And yet it must have been much more Than a lakeside Sunday School Keeping saints in line for keeping Caesar’s golden rule. For the image on the coin was said To denote true ownership But what shall we render unto God? Christ’s words, like coins, may flip And take us to the other side Or perhaps to our beginning When his image was all but voided As our Parents went to sinning When in the primal waters Where Leviathan was coiled In Chaos we were sunken low With headship lost and soiled And covered in the sable deep Where only God can see Bound in that wayward coin somehow Was the worth of you and me. But the seed of the woman found it And her neighbors were called to come The prophet’s fish delved deep enough To collect God’s modest sum Still thought to be a pittance And compared to Caesar’s prize A fleck of tin, yet more than gold In the master fisher's eyes. For he hung there casting in the nets the price of salt and blood And yet for all his pains, he knew His purchase would make good Was it concerning payments That these fishermen were schooled? These men devoid of worldly wealth and as floundering as the waves? Perhaps it was, since long they knew That God is due commitment And even a widow’s mite is loved By the Christ who truly saves. SDJ [This message has been edited by Stephanos (02-23-2007 01:17 AM).] |
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