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
Based on a wonderful sermon by Pastor Don Johnson
1 comment:
Wow, the sermon was wonderful but so was your poem! You presented the truth so well! Bravo!
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