Thursday, February 19, 2009

Poem of the Week

I heard a sermon this past Lord's day by Bro. Don Johnson. It was wonderful -- about the passage in Matthew 7 verses 7-11. I encourage you to listen to it by clicking
And before you read this poem, I'd like you to read that passage. In fact I will paste it here for you... (Christ speaking)
7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you; 8 For everyone that asketh, receiveth; and he that seeketh, findeth; and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened. 9 Or what man is there of you whom if his son ask bread, he will give him a stone? 10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? 11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which in Heaven give good things to them that ask him? (KJV)

Ask, seek, knock…

A little girl, with coin in hand

Runs to the nearest market stand

Before her eyes: such pretty buys

Now all she must do is ask the man…

A boy both tall and keen, I took

Had lately lost his favorite book

He rises now, but, reader how

Will his book be found if he doesn’t look?

A woman stood, with the shawl she wore

At a very handsome chestnut door

She straightened her dress, declared it a mess

I supposed she knocked but I left before

Now all these souls have jobs to do

Each job has a pleasant moral too

To seek to ask, and to knock at last

These morals heeded by a blessed few

How was the girl to buy a thing,

The satin purse or the golden string?

If she did not ask, I think her task

Would no pretty treasure bring

The boy, his book, would never find,

If he sat and said, “Oh, never mind.”

He’d still be there, back in his chair

Without seeking, he’d be a fool and blind

The lady also would soon know

With her knitted shawl out in the snow

If she did not knock, and the door was locked

Would the door open? Sadly, no

Now to the point I mean to make

The things from this I hope you take

Yes, ask, seek, knock the door, but also even more

Know who tells us this — The Way

He tells us ask and He will give

He tells us seek, we’ll find and live

And as you’ve heard a time before, Knock — He’ll open up the door

He stands ready to forgive

Jesus is the willing one

It is we who often shun

These three tasks, of us He asks

So do not blame the gracious Son

Blame yourself if you have not sought

If against his will you’ve stood and fought

But remember this, please do not miss

Would you rather live, ask, seek, and knock – Or die, dear reader, and not

By: Allix Brunson 2/19/09

Based on a wonderful sermon by Pastor Don Johnson

1 comment:

Susanna said...

Wow, the sermon was wonderful but so was your poem! You presented the truth so well! Bravo!