The Silent Nine
Posted by: jas <jas@...>
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Copyright (c) 2007, J. Randal Matheny
THE SILENT NINE
by J. Randal Matheny
The silent nine scurried away.
Obedient, glad, and making haste
To gain a bill of health, they raced
To the temple, brooking no delay.
How many minutes would it take
To turn and fall at Jesus' feet?
Why not give briefest pause, why cheat
The generous Savior, why forsake
The grateful impulse, squelch the peals
Of glory bursting from their throat?
The majority hastened with their vote,
No eloquent thanks but running heels.
But one returned. And though his voice
Poured forth praise for his gracious cure,
Heedless of his short detour,
The Lord was sad at the nine's poor choice.
And the other nine? Were there not ten?
Was no one found to rush with praise
Except this foreigner? No displays
>From the nine impatient silent men?
The silent nine had rushed away;
They left a saddened Lord behind.
So while you may, return and find
Your voice for thanks, without delay.
SHORTLY
Seems the Cloudburst website is down for a bit,
but shortly I'll post what prompted this poem, at
the link at the top.
And, yes, I'm early again this week. You mind?
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On "It's Then" (2 April):
Ah! A poem for the day. The stress that surrounds
us can make us easily forget where our priorities
lay. And the culture we live in makes us easily
forget to be humble. --Mary, Quitman, Tex.
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