Railing At The Rejected King

One day when David went barefoot
In sad shame and destitute
Fleeing Absalom his rebel son
Who by flattery had his kingdom won

A rejected king – dejected and in tears
Followed by men, women and fears
Will be he ever sit on the throne again?
Or forever be on this plane of pain?

Out came a worthless man
Culled from Benjamin’s clan
His name was Shimei
And he was worse than a spy

He cursed David and said
His loss was a just punishment
For usurping the fallen Saul
He mistook tragedy for judgement

The rejected king still had warriors
One was appalled by the cripple’s slurs
And offered to send the offending head
With a sword swish to spinning dread

David in grief still dispensed mercy
He said ‘perhaps the Lord permitted’
This knave to trot and speak perversely
The sceptre of death faded briefly

The rejected king returned triumphant
For Absalom’s rebellious flair
Ended in a hanging thicket of hair
His horse bolted into vanishing air

David in triumph was not malignant
Shimei pledged and pleaded for mercy
David the happy and victorious warrior
Freely and frankly forgave his obstinacy

The tales of Shimei did not end there
For a dying David told Solomon
To finish the job as a true heir
By trapping Shimei with his demon

To catch a trucebreaker; declare a truce
Shimei agreed thinking it was a ruse
Thinking pleas would sway David’s son
But by this default his life’s day was done

When the royal of Son of David returns
To avenge railing against hallowed Word
All hollow pleas would be null and dud
Old railers cannot live in the Son’s reign
Make peace with the rejected King now
In His minority – pledge your true fealty
Before the day all are compelled to bow

Flight Of The Speckled Bird

Away she goes flying
Blood dripping from flapping
She whose Mate died to free
From the tethers of dying

A sacrifice for leprosy
A blight of discoloring sin
One bird was wrung and killed
Other sprinkled at scene
Levitical shadow of substitutionary
Cleansing offering at Calvary

Birds alike in flesh and bone
Speaks of Christ and the Church
He died her sin to atone
Purchased by His dripping blood

Not bound by earth’s gravity
Her transgressions though grave
Cannot keep her grounded
For she rides each thermal wave

Freedom to soar away
From wilderness of woe
Into firmament and space
That fallen bird took her place

This speckled bird stained
Is heckled by plainer birds
She ignores in joyful rapture
Knowing that bloodless birds
Have a flightless future

Underserved Atonement

Numbers 16:41-50

On Israel’s march to the land
Promised to them by Grace
Some men rose on pride’s wings
And flapped at the Moses’ face

It was a rebellion of equality
For as they said Moses was not
The only man called to lead
None in Israel is a robot
To follow commands without question
And rely on fabled inspiration

God in anger slew the rebels
They descended into dark hades
No tombstones or relics
No graves or digging spades
The earth swallowed them
Like you furtively swallow phlegm

Israel was aghast; Moses and Aaron
Had conspired to kill great men
They failed to see it was retribution
For defying the Anointed men
They mourned instead of learning
The sombre lessons of usurping

God’s judgment descended
A whip of a plague for the sinful
Moses with the Mind of Christ
Began to intercede for the scornful
And Aaron with censer of sacrifice
Raced through the camp of vice

The plague was stopped in its path
Pardon for the sinners obtained
They sought not but they found
Mercy over judgement had prevailed

So it was two millennia ago
While men walked in sin and scorn
Flourishing in reprobation
Defying the Royal Firstborn
Christ came to intercede
Giving mercy-our unknown need

Israel chose Korah over Moses
Again Barabbas over the Messiah
Still He pardons our ignorance
Saving us despite our desire
Let us be glad and rejoice
For He has made us His choice

Christ The Redoubt

The Conies are a feeble folk
Yet they make their dwelling
A high and vaunted fortress
Far away from Satanic shelling

The conies are a simple folk
But they are wiser than most
For knowing their weakness seek
A great shield as their host

The Conies are on to something
When they see the Rock as home
For David looked to hills
When he needed help to come

He wished to be hid in a cleft
Till the storm passed
A parting in the side
Pierced by sin-spears massed

This redoubt created for us
Can hide a mass of sinners
A Shelter to turn those running
Helter-Skelter into winners

Those within have defeated sin
Not altogether by feeble exertions
But ordinary folk have found
A rampart against Satan’s accusations

God Rules – Not By Choice

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…this conjures an image of a sole deity who in His great will, decided to become a Creator.

He did not consult anyone. Yet, if He did, none could dare oppose or obstruct Him. For all things were made by Him and for Him.

The God of the Old Testament was a monarch. He ruled with equity and justice but His rule was unquestionable.

Once there was a being who thought that he could remove the Ruler of Heaven by a Referendum, perhaps if he got the signatures of majority of the angels, God would be deposed.

Alas, the plot failed. He only obtained one third of the angelic votes. Since Heaven was not a democracy, his dissent was punished with an expulsion and forced descent to earth.

Israel, the nation of God made the same mistake. For centuries after they settled in the Promised Land, they had been led by prophets. God was the King and his earthly governors were prophets. His Word was law and He had no term limits.

In the days of prophet Samuel, Israel acquired a taste for a manmade, modern and flamboyant monarchy.

Opinion polls suggested that prophet Samuel was unpopular. The people wanted a young and brave king who would lead them into wars.

Samuel was aghast. He was personally pained by their rejection. Yet God told him to allow popular opinion to prevail.

Though in rebellion, they got the king of their dreams, he was handsome, tall and courageous. He was a prestigious choice. Yet his reign was a disaster of disobedience. Israel had made a wrong choice in opting for regime change for the mere sake of pomp and pageantry.

In the new testament, Christ the King still proved that He rules and chooses as He pleases.

After the betrayal of Judas, the twelve disciples became the eleven. Peter realizing that twelve was a significant number (Jesus did not choose that number by chance), canvassed that a replacement be selected.

Matthias emerged from that process. He was chosen to be of the twelve in the place of Judas. He was a good and noble man. He was a devout follower of the Lord. Yet after that ‘promotion’ we do not hear anything of him.

God, sovereign in His design, choose Paul instead to be the apostle to the Gentiles and the ‘de facto’ number twelve. See how much he accomplished to make Gentiles obedient to the gospel! Once again divine design trumped popular will.

The New Jerusalem which we seek is not a haven of democracy. It cannot be. For it is not subject to the whims of human nature or the caprices of popular opinion. There, God’s Word is law. It is the place for unanimity and unity. A unity centred on Christ – Who is the Word.

But there is a period of acclimatization before we reach those holy heights. Now we must accept the Divine design, the straitjacket of the Word, and not the yin-yang of conventional wisdom. Only those who acclimatize on earth will be admitted to that Paradise. Let’s do it.

Just Ask The Rock

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While Israel sojourned in the dreary wilderness
They lacked water as they marched through dry land
They asked and received – God of the faithful band
Filled the thirsty throats from a flinty Rock
This Rock was ever present through the journey
Ever merciful, ever bountiful and always on cue
Paul tells us this ambulatory Rock was Christ
Smitten in type in the wilderness, He gushed to bless
A Fountain that saved millions of souls in distress
There He was struck that we be not dumbstruck
There He was smitten that we may never be beaten
He has since been crucified and then glorified
Speaking is the only way of accessing the Fount now
Say your need and make requests on any matter
Be not silent in the weary mode of a wary doubter
Speak to The Rock and He will bring forth His water

Uniting With The Head

Where the Head goes so the body does
Where the Head is the Word and the Lord
So His people made up of flesh and blood
Are people whose veins throb with His Word
The love of such is held by a strong chord
A seven strand one that defies peril and sword
They follow the Master not for mere bread
And so will not depart for hunger’s dread
Or for miracles or wonders that spin the head
Like Peter they know He has the Word of Life
His holy precepts then are an end to all strife
The Bride is bound to Christ by His Word
Which has become hers as she is His flesh
The Head has ascended and so the body will
Unity of Word and Bride is the Father’s will