My friend Marcus is his own brand of Renaissance Man. One of his many talents is his turn of a phrase to compose some very interesting poetry. His work ranges from some that are very good to some that are akin to Vogon poetry.
But on a more serious note, Brother Marcus sent us his latest work, which I think is worth a look. Here it is:
De-cursed, Rehearsed, Well-Versed : Snakeskin Boots
I've had some thoughts about this snake
who came and stole our birthday cake;
he spoke the truth, Eve did assume,
he came in light and left in doom.
He seemed so lovely, wholesome, pure,
but was a fake, that is for sure;
by God's command he bit the dust,
to crawl, not walk: this is a must.
Inherited by all who come:
a conscience broke and mostly numb;
a spirit dimmed with shadowed sight,
the truth forlorn midst shadowed night.
God cursed that snake, it was to be,
still cursed through all eternity;
a lake of fire: it waits ahead,
for snake of sin amidst the dead.
But Christ became a curse for me
by hanging there upon that tree;
I stare, I gaze with wonder filled,
this spirit soars, my heart is thrilled.
For cursed no more: that is my state,
redeemed and sealed: this is my fate;
the lamb was slain, the snake was stomped,
we praise the King's deliverance prompt.
O join with those whose snake is gone,
in praise of heart, yea praise in song;
for boots of snakeskin we will wear,
upon those streets with golden glare.
MWA; June 2, 2008
Picture Credit: http://hitchhikermovie.free.fr/images/vogon3b.jpg
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Great poem.
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