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This poem is inspired by Deuteronomy 32:12-13; a small segment of the Song of Moses which is another beautiful example of song/poems in the bible.

Strange gods

The trumped sounded with the dawn and I set myself to roam
I searched for a meeting place-somewhere I could call home
I wandered far, both day and night, until I saw a golden dome.
Its beacon shone in light and dark and attracted a vast throng
I joined myself to them and learned to sing their lovely song
Yet came the day I found I was getting the words wrong.
"Why this song?" I finally asked; "What's all this repetition for?
His voice is singing myriad-shouldn't we all want something more?"
But they called me a blasphemer and they showed me to the door.

I walked along until I found a group of people singing in the street
They greeted me, welcomed me, took me with them so I could eat
Once in their home they sat me down and soothed my aching feet.
I set about becoming one with their song and with their creed
They said I was not really like them-not in word and not in deed
They would teach me to become so but to stay I'd have to bleed.
"I like it here.  I like your song.  I want to stay with you.
But, you have the best in Jesus: what more can my blood do?"
They said I'd seen no light at all and I had to search for someplace new.

I stumbled on until I found someone I thought I knew
She asked me to go with her-promised to show me what was true
We sat down at a table spread before a wondrous view.
The vista was incredible-the mountains had never looked so near
There was not a cloud overhead-the air was cool and clear
"There is no work for us," she said, "but to eat while we wait here."
There was food the like I'd never seen and I was told to choose a treat
But there was nothing savory-no salt among the sweet
She told me to go elsewhere if I wished plain bread and meat.

I wandered into new lands but found no open door
Finally, I collapsed with body, heart, and soul to sore
to rouse myself again-I could not take one step more.
In the darkness He was with me though I'd thought I was alone
He ministered Himself to me-restored me blood and bone
Then He bade me tell Him everything-all I'd seen and how I'd grown.
With faltering lips I shared with Him my lengthy tale of woe
I told Him how I'd sought Him and had found Him even though
His face, at first familiar had become one strange I did not know.

"The fault is mine," I said in close, "I must possess a fatal quirk
There was no song I would not sing-no task I thought to shirk
So something must be wrong with me because I could not make this work."
"Fear not, Dear Child, I've brought you here so finally you can see
My call was not to bondage-My call is to set you free
I've called you not unto a place but for you to walk with Me."
"How can I know for sure?" I asked, "On what do I depend
for certainty I've heard aright-that You will call me 'Friend'?"
"Fear not," He said a second time; "I'm with you to the end."

"One more thing," I hesitated: "When will this race be won?
I want to understand everything but they say it can't be done."
"Fear not," He said a third time, "for you and I are One.
I stand Faithful.  I stand True.  I alone will lead
I will also walk beside you-I will meet your every need
I will slake your thirst with living water-on rock honey you will feed."
I put my hand in His and He lifted me up from the ground
and onto difficult and winding paths with His voice the only sound
I hear as we walk along and no more strange gods have I found.