Bogged down with jade, for i have not played...

I heard this story,
though i can't remember where,
it shows God's glory,
and our consistent err.

There once was a mystic floundering in a lake,
he cried out, "God, save me for heaven's sake!"

Soon came a baker with his loaves of bread.
"May i save you sir, from your pending dread?!"
"No," said the mystic," to my God I have cried,
He will surely save me before I have died."
So the baker traipsed on, up into daybreak,
and the mystic cried out, "God, save me for heaven's sake!"

Soon came a rancher with his ducks and dog,
"Sir, let me save you, grab onto this log!"
"No," said the mystic, "to my God I have cried,
He will surely save me before I have died."
So the farmer trudged on carrying a drake,
and the mystic cried out, "God, save me for heaven's sake!"

Soon came a beggar, a tin cup in his hand,
"Oh sir i will save you, and bring you to land!"
"No," said the mystic, "to my God I have cried,
He will surely save me before I have died."
So the beggar sauntered on, wary of the mistake,
and the mystic cried out, "God, save me for heaven's sake!"

In his folly the mystic then drown,
and was taken to the God that is renown.
He went to the face God, as all must go,
The LORD's glorious countenance all aglow.

Many millennia it took to gain back his attention,
the presumptuous mystic then began to question,
"Why, oh Lord, did you let me drown in exhaustion?"

With a thunderous sound, God began His rebuke,
"Did you expect a miraculous sign, a king or a duke?
I sent three men after you, it was not a fluke."

The moral of the story is this:
When you cry out to be saved from death's kiss,
do not be taken astray or amiss.

Do not be deceived by the Pharisaic leaven,
false promises from the malevolent heathen.
You may not see a miraculous sign,
His help may be ordinary events that perfectly align.


© Jennifer Lynn - 2009