Mission To Damascus

It was a scorching day for a long march
Men and horses bristling with purpose
Bound to the Damascus to bind believers
Soon the sights of the city were close
Saul had been brewing his drink of indignation
The Christians would swallow its dregs
He would hound them in every Gentile nation
This hunting mission was scuttled by a vision
A Light from heaven-familiar to the scholar
For Saul correctly addressed Him as the Lord
Same Light that appeared while Moses trod
As he learnt under Gammaliel’s pedantic rod
Saul identified Him-but was soon mystified
For the Voice called Himself Jesus
Proving that He led Israel in the wilderness
Now a trembling Saul prostrate before Christ
Realized the vindication of the Messiah
For the Sacred Light of Judaism’s text
Illuminated a profound and singular fact
Same Jehovah of the Old Testament
Is the Jesus Christ of the New Testament
Saul fell doubting and arose believing
That Jehovah was in Christ Jesus reconciling
Christ was the entire Godhead-so no dividing

A Man Of Tarsus

Who was this noble man from Tarsus?
Who made Christianity a Gentile force?
This man from now-modern Turkey
Turned over more souls than the Turnkey
Peter, who acknowledged his anointing
And said he wrote mysteries that were edifying
To the elect and destroying to the doubting
This man born in the Jewish Diaspora
Fitting start for a Gospel Adventurer
A Roman citizen born in this free city
Meant he had a pass to an empire writ
Large, to preach where Christ was never named
This background meant he could tease
Greeks with their poets and use their metaphors
To send their logic sprawling on all fours
Yet he had not yet known what he would suffer
As yet he was chasing, harrying and going after
Christians with the threat of untimely death
And spells of being bound in prison
Till he saw the Light that came in midday stealth
And became a prisoner with chains of love
Still bearing letters-only missives from above

Are You On Speaking Terms With The Rock?

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
O 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

Paul And A Head of Hair