MICAH CHAPTER 1 - 7

BOOK OF MICAH

The scholars will admit three chapters are
The writings of Micayah and a star,
While chapters four and five would best relate
To post-exilic authors in a state.
But six and seven seem to them unlike
Because they are not racist for a strike.
So this is writing typical to show
How ancient texts are reworked on the go
To provide for new needs after the show.
Beloved, You know who wrote and when and why,
And keep Your secret from the wise on sly.
I find the universal grace You give
In the heart of this book makes me to live,
And makes me reach above me to the sky.

MICAH 1

1 The word of YHWH come to Micah
The Morasthite in days of awe
Of Jotham, Ahaz, Hezekiah,
Kings of Judah, which he saw higher
Concerning Samaria and nigher
Jerusalem, some visions dire.
2 Hear, all you people; listen, earth,
And all who dwell within its girth,
And let the Lord YHWH witness yet
Against you, the Lord who is set
In His holy temple of fire.
3 For see, YHWH comes out of His place,
And will come down, and tread with grace
Upon the high places of earth.
4 The mountains shall melt under Him,
The valleys shall be slip and slim
As wax before the fire, in rush
As of waters poured out to crush
From a steep place and at its rim.
5 For the transgression of Jacob
Is all this, and for the sins’ hub
Of Israel’s house. What is the sin
Of Jacob in Samaria’s din?
And what the high places of Judah?
Are they not Jerusalem ruder?
6 Therefore I’ll make Samaria
As a heap of the field in straw,
As plantings of a vineyard, and
I’ll pour down the stones on the strand
And make bare its foundations stand.
7 And all its graven images
Shall be beaten and crushed in fizz,
And all the rents of it shall be
Burned with the fire, all idols’ spree
I shall lay waste and desolate,
For she gathered a harlot’s rate,
And shall return into that state.

Beloved, I so rejoice in Micah’s words,
Because I love to see the idols turds
Crushed in the wake of judgement You have set.
I love the vengeance You pour on the pet.
A heap of stones lies in Samaria,
And rent and burnt monument at the draw
On high places, and I rejoice and sing
The Psalms of precious David, who was king.
Beloved, in ecstasy I seek the straw
Of fields between Jerusalem and fat
Samaria. I find there for all that
The burgeoning of green, though winter pales,
The filling out of nimbus and new sails,
All poised in pregnant silence before gales.

8 Therefore I’ll wail, therefore I’ll howl,
I’ll go stripped naked without towel,
I’ll make like dragons’ wailing and
Mourning as owls upon the land.
9 For her wound is incurable;
For it’s come into Judah full;
He’s come into My people’s gate,
Even to Jerusalem late.
10 Do not tell it in Gath, don’t weep
At all; in Aphrah’s house to keep
Roll yourself in the dustbin’s heap.
11 Pass by, Saphir’s inhabitant,
With your shame bared, inhabitant
Of weighted Zaanan did not come
Out in Bethezel’s mourning dun,
He’ll get from you his standing won.
12 For Maroth’s dweller waited well
For good, but evil rose in spell
Come down from YHWH into the gate
Of Jerusalem’s fair estate.
13 O you, dweller of Lachish, bind
The chariot to the swift hind,
She’s the start of the wickedness
To Zion’s daughter: to transgress
Israel was found in your address.
14 Therefore you’ll give in aftermath
Presents and gifts to Moreshethgath:
The houses of Achzib a lie
To the kings of Israel for fie.
15 Yet I will bring an heir to you,
Dweller of Mareshah in view,
He shall come into Adullam,
The glory of Israel in scam.
16 Pull out your hair for the sweet waifs,
Increase baldness as eagle strafes,
For they’ve gone to captivity
And wandered far from your country.

The prophet strips down naked, what a sight!
If he’d been a sweet Christian of the night,
He would have been more modest, I declare.
Now he’s exposed to every kind of air.
Harness the horses, then, the chariot fast
To take him far away from the repast
Of Zion’s daughter. She pulls out her hair
To find that idols are no longer there.
Beloved, hypocrisy is everywhere
That men repose in false gods with their prayer.
Give me a faith that looks beyond the state
Of skin and hair and eyes, that can relate
To heart and righteousness beneath the veil,
Or under sun laid bare. Give me chain mail.

MICAH 2

1 Woe to those who invent the wrong,
Devising in their bed a song,
And when the light of morning comes
They put in practice all their sums,
Because their chance is to be strong.
2 They covet fields and take by force,
And houses too, taken of course,
So they oppress both man and house,
A man and his heritage dowse.
3 That’s why YHWH says, “See,
Against this clan I plan a spree
From which you’ll never save your necks,
Nor go down proudly, the time wrecks.
4 In that day take a parable,
A cry of woe, and he said full,
We have been completely destroyed,
The lot of my folk He’s deployed,
How does He move against my sake,
To apostate our fields in stake.
5 So you will have none who will cast
A line by lot in YHWH’s crowd fast.

The time of Micah, though it may have been
In the eighth century of Judah’s din,
Or in the night of Babylon to win
Two hundred years later because of sin,
Seems very like today. Today they still
Steal land and houses from the poor to bill
The bank a ton in profits and to fill
The politicians pockets with the swill.
Beloved, I’ve lived for decades on the earth,
And seen a corner or two of its berth,
And think that everywhere I come to rest
The same thing meets the eye and hurts the breast.
I too have felt the sting of hopeless state
And given up on justice being late.

6 Don’t prophesy! say to those who
Would prophesy, they’ll not show cue
To them, nor take the shame that’s due.
7 Does Jacob’s house now cantillate:
Has YHWH’s spirit been circumscribed?
Are these His doings? Don’t relate
My words to do good to the bribed
To walk uprightly and not late?
8 Just yesterday My people rose
As enemy: you strip the clothes
From confident passers-by and
As those turning from battle’s stand.
9 The women of My folk you’ve thrown
Out of their pleasant houses grown,
From their offspring you take away
My glory for ever in sway.
10 Get up, leave, this is not your rest,
Since with uncleanness to invest
It shall destroy and spoil with zest.
11 If one is going with the wind
And falsehood to lie and so sinned,
To say, “I’ll prophesy to you
Of wine and liquor in your brew,”
That one will be accepted by
The folk as one to prophesy.
12 I’ll surely gather all of you,
O Jacob, and summon in pew
The remnant of Israel; and I
Will put them to gather to spy
Like sheep of Bozrah, as the flock
In the midst of their fold in lock;
They’ll make a great noise when they rock.
13 They’ve broken through and passed the gate,
And have gone lout not to be late,
And their king shall pass before them,
And YHWH passing at head of them.

The prophecy of Micah stands a chance.
He said that prophets would be led to dance
By those who wanted profits rather than
The judgements messages in Micah’s span.
For the old men of feats in David’s day
It was enough to get a harp and play,
And prophecy fell from the lips with power.
But in the times that Micah sees, an hour
Of drinking wine and liquor, both well spent,
Is needed to get going in the vent.
Beloved, despite the disappointment here
That prophecy no longer can come near,
Fact is the prophesying in the wake
Of alcohol is popular in stake.

MICAH 3

1 And I said “Listen, please, now chiefs
Of Jacob, and princes in feoffs
Of Israel; should you not know
How to deal justly in the show?
2 “You hate the good and love the bad;
You flay the skin from what they had
And flesh from off their bones below;
3 “You also devour My folk’s flesh,
And skin them and break out afresh
Against their bones and chop them up
As though prepared for pot and cup.
4 “And they shall cry to YHWH, but He
Will not hear them, they will not see
His face, because they have behaved
Themselves in their doings depraved.
5 “So says YHWH of prophets who made
My people err, that bite waylaid
With teeth and yet cry ‘Peace! Islam!’
He does not put the message balm
In their mouths, and they still prepare
Rebellion against Him in war.
6 “So night to you shall be without
A vision, but dark in your doubt,
You’ll not guess what will come before
The sun goes down upon the score
Of prophets and the day be dark.
7 “Ashamed shall be the seers and those
Divining confused in their rows,
The lay hand on their lips for all
Have no answer of God in call.”

The many prophets that rise up today
To show the world the righteous light of way
Are all impostors, that I know full well,
Simply because none come in Israel
After Muhammad on whom be Your peace.
For fourteen centuries prophecies cease.
A night without a vision, dark of doubt
Sweeps all around the world, inside and out,
And yet the ancient words are fresh this night
As any day in prophecy and bright.
Beloved, the divination in the dust
Performed by Muslims who for all their rust
Should know better, is foul as any deed,
But not as foul as the war-market breed.

8 But truly I am full of power
By YHWH’s spirit and judgement’s hour,
And might to declare Jacob his
Transgression and Israel’s sin’s whiz.
9 Hear this, please, you chiefs of the house
Of Jacob, princes of the house
Of Israel, who hate justice,
Perverting all right as in bliss.
10 They build up the fortress with blood,
Jerusalem with evil stud.
11 Its chiefs judge for reward, its priests
Teach for a salary like beasts,
And prophets predict for the sum
Of money given to the bum;
And still they want to rely on
YHWH and say “Is not YHWH here drawn?
No evil comes on us at dawn.”
12 So Zion for your sake shall be
Ploughed like a field and the city
Jerusalem become a heap,
And mountain of the house to weep
As the heights of the forest lea.

The fact is if Muhammad had not come
To save me from the Baptist sort of bum,
I might be preaching even now for pay
Instead of being hermit in the way.
A Baptist sort of Muslim’s what I am.
I maintain duty to follow the scam
Of Scripture as I read it for myself,
Instead of following a priest or elf.
Beloved, I was set free from chains when You
Called me to be among the Baptist crew,
So I shall not go back to chains when I
Find Scripture is broader than meets the sky.

MICAH 4

1 But in the last days it shall come
The mountain of YHWH’s house shall hum
To mountaintops, and it shall be
Exalted above hills to see,
And folk shall flock to the city.
2 And many nations come and say
”Come let us go up now to pray
In YHWH’s mountain and to the house
Of Ælohim of Jacob, and
He’ll teach us of His ways to stand
And we’ll walk in His paths like grouse,
For from Zion shall the law go out,
And YHWH’s word from Jerusalem.
3 And He shall judge among the hem
Of many folk, rebuke redoubt
Of strong nations far off with clout,
And they shall beat their swords into
Ploughs and their spears beaten askew
As pruning hooks; nation shall not
Lift up a sword against the lot
Of nation, neither shall they learn
War any more, and so adjourn.
4 But each of them shall sit beneath
His vine and under his fig wreath,
And none shall make any afraid;
The mouth of YHWH of hosts has said.
5 For all folk will walk every one
In the name of its own god spun,
And we will walk in name of YHWH
Our Ælohim forever true.

Every folk has its god and that is right
When every nation follows in the light
Of Your commandments, not to swear and fight,
Not to commit adultery, not to steal,
Nor lie, nor covet, but in woe and weal
To honour parents and keep Sabbath day,
So man and beast may rest and show the way
That no man’s power is limitless in due.
All faiths are right when they point back to You.
Let all men walk in each world faith until
All hearts are knit in one and know the thrill
Of vast return of every face before
The divine throne from which each face in store
Was sent out on the universal shore.

6 “In that day,” says YHWH, “I will come
Assembling the lame there to hum,
Gather back those I’ve driven out,
And her that I afflict devout.
7 “I’ll make the lame a remnant and
The one cast off strong nation’s band,
And YHWH shall reign over them all
In Mount Zion from now to call
Forever in eternal stall.”

Though every faith leads to Your throne at last,
Not every faith is equal in the blast,
Not every faith flies flag above half-mast.
Because each faith keeps more than half of what
You spoke on Sinai, each is more in glut
Of good than evil. Yet the score must turn
At last so every faith that some may spurn
Redeems the way by their obedience
Each under a fig tree or in their tents.
Beloved, You reign from Zion and the mount
Of every place that You have made a fount,
From Sinai, from Samaria, and the tree
Under which Ishmael left to die could see
Zamzam burst forth to make the desert free.

8 And you, O tower of the flock,
The fortress of Zion’s spawn’s rock,
To you it will come, even that
First power, the kingdom come out flat
To daughter of Jerusalem.
9 Now, why do you should out aloud?
A king, is there none in your crowd?
Has your adviser failed in stem?
Pains take you like labour in hem.
10 Hurt and labour to bear the child,
O daughter of the fortress wild,
Like a woman in labour: for
Now you’ll go out the city’s door,
And you will stay there in the field,
Go to Babylon unconcealed.
11 Many nations come against you,
Saying “Let her be spoiled in crew,
And let us see the fortress due.”
12 But they don’t know the thoughts of YHWH,
Nor understand His counsel true;
For He shall gather them apart
As the sheaves of the floor to start.
13 Get up and thresh, daughter of Zion;
For I shall make your horn of iron,
And I will make your hoofs of brass;
And you shall crush people that pass,
I and will consecrate their gain
To YHWH and their wealth to the reign
Of the Lord of the whole earth’s train.

Given that even king and counsellor
Could not fathom beforehand on the shore
That Babylon would conquer Egypt’s land
And cast a plague upon the Pharaoh’s hand,
The scholar cannot fathom Micah could
Reveal the thing as early as he should.
And so they say some other hand came by
After the fact to paint a painted sky.
Beloved, You know all things, and that is true.
And yet I say a wise man through and through
Can sometimes tell the future as in view.
The editors need only save in hand
The ones that happened to be right and stand.
The scholars are impoverished as a band.

MICAH 5

1 Now gather yourself up in troops,
O daughter of troop, where he stoops
Against us; they shall strike the judge
Of Israel on the cheek to budge
With a rod. 2 But you, Bethlehem
Ephrata, you are small in hem
Of Judah’s thousands, out of you
Shall he come forth to me as due
Ruler in Israel; and who
Has mandate from the ancient time,
From everlasting and sublime.

Can You believe, Beloved, that some take fast
Hold of this text to claim it proves at last
That Jesus is eternal Son of God,
From everlasting Your word and Your rod?
The blindness of the human race I see
Is far beyond what can be righteously
Computed. Let poor Bethlehem restate
Its claim upon its steeper hills of late.
The prophecy was fulfilled long before
It had been written on the lovely shore
Of Judah. It was fulfilled in the reign
Of David righteous king, shepherd, and fane.
Beloved, I follow on the glowing rod
Of Your authority, hold You as God.

3 That’s why he will give them up till
The time of her labour’s to fill;
Then the rest of his brother come
Back to Israel’s folk at the drum.
4 And he shall stand and feed in strength
Of YHWH, in majesty at length
Of the name of YHWH Ælohim;
And they shall stay, for now to seem
Great to the ends of earth in sum.
5 This man shall be our peace when come
Assyrian into our land;
And when he’ll tread upon our grand
Palaces, then shall we raise up
Against seven shepherds a tup
And eight chief men all set to stand.
5 And they shall spoil Assyrian land
With the sword, also Nimrod’s band
In its gates, so he shall save from
Assyrian, when he may come
Into our land and when he treads
Inside our borderlands with dreads.

The man from Bethlehem, the one that rose
According to Ezekiel in this throes
To reign eternally, David by name,
He is a man I take and for his fame.
Beloved, let David bear his sceptre now
At least upon my heart and on my brow,
While I still sing his Psalms. Then teach me how
To cantillate above the lower claim.
Beloved, from Bethlehem the chains arise
In names of holy leaders You apprise
Down to the last, but all are caught in one,
The reign of David, since his reign is fun.
Assyrian and Nimrod stand and wait
To bow to David and to kiss their fate.

7 And what is left of Jacob shall
Be in the middle of the dale
As dew from YHWH, as showers on grass
That does not wait for man to pass
Nor sons of men. 8 The remnant of
Jacob shall be among the shove
Of Gentiles in the middle of
Many people as lion among
The beasts of the forest unsung,
As a young lion in the flocks
Of sheep; who if he goes through stalks,
Treads down, tears in pieces so none
Can save any from what he’s done.
9 Your hand shall be lifted up on
Your adversaries, all the spawn
Of your foes shall be cut and drawn.
10 “It will happen that day,” says YHWH,
“That I will cut your horses through,
And I’ll destroy your chariots too.
11 “And I will cut towns from your land,
And cast down every fortress band.
12 “I’ll cut witchcrafts out from your hand;
You’ll have no soothsayers to stand.
13 “Your graven images also
I will cut off and so will stow
Your standing images from you;
And you shall no more worship crew
Produced in art of your own hand.
14 “I’ll pull up your groves out of you,
And I’ll destroy your towns in view.
15 “And I will execute vengeance
In anger and wrath on the dance
Of heathen, as never came true.

Beloved, the execution of Your power
Upon the proud of Israel in an hour
Because of their greedy idolatry
Is warning to my family and me.
The groves about me shield no idol set
In market or in engine to be met
With admiration and its worship here.
The groves about me shelter none of fear.
I walk among the trees and hear no sound
But that of bird and beast upon the ground,
And yet I know Your voice is soft and clear,
The proclamation like a cantileer
That You are one, no other comes to sit
On my heart’s throne, no other god is fit.

MICAH 6

1 Hear now what YHWH says: “Get up, plead
Your cause before the maintains’ mead,
Let the hills hear your voice decreed.
2 Hear, O you mountains, YHWH’s complaint,
And you, earth’s strong footing’s restraint,
For YHWH’s got a bone for His folk,
And He’ll lay on Israel a stroke.
3 “O My folk, how did I treat you?
And how is it I’ve wearied you?
Witness against Me what is true.
4 I’ve brought you up from Egypt’s land,
Redeeming you from bandage’ hand,
I sent before you Moses and
Aaron and Miriam to stand.
5 O My people, remember now
Balak the king of Moab’s vow,
And what Balaam son of Beor
Answered him from the distant shore
Of Acacia Grove to Gilgal,
That you may know YHWH’s righteous sal.”

The Prophet Micah gives the sense
In virtues, not in pounds and pence,
Of what the words of law define
As sheaf of corn and oil and wine.
By bread of growing grain is meant
Do justly, not expedient.
The oil is loving mercy, not
Mere feeding poor for what we’re taught.
The sweet wine represents the prayer
That sees You walking everywhere.
The social justice of this time’s
Expedience for fear of crimes.
The loving mercy in this place
Is charity’s disdainful face.

6 With what shall I appear before
YHWH bowing myself to the floor
Before the high Ælohim’s store?
Shall I come to Him with the gift
Of burnt offerings as though to lift,
With calves of twelve months old to shift?
7 Will YHWH be pleased with myriads of
Rams or with ten thousands to shove
In streams of oil? Shall I give my
First-born for my transgression’s cry,
My body’s fruit for soul’s sins high?
8 He has shown you, O man, what’s good,
And what does YHWH require you should,
But to do justly, and to love
Mercy, and to walk hand in glove
With your Ælohim in the wood?

The god that walks our city streets
Thinks all the world’s the merest treats
To fatten human power and paunch
With heart disease and flabby haunch.
In disregard of holy matter
We just consume and just get fatter
Until no sacred thing is left,
Nothing survives unholy theft.
Not only Man is sacred but
Men in the plural, princess, slut,
Immoral men and men of strength,
Wise women, fools and tarts at length,
Both youth and age, both strong and weak,
Both silent and the ones who speak.

9 YHWH’s voices cries to the city and
The wise one shall see Your name stand,
Hear then the rod and who appoints
The ones to stand that He anoints.
10 Are there still wicked treasures in
The house of the wicked for sin,
And lawless wealth of horrid skin?
11 Shall I count them pure with the weights
Of wicked balances in fates,
And with lead hollowed out in rates?
12 Rich men are filled with violence,
The dwellers speak lies from their tents,
Their tongue’s deceitful in their rents.
13 “Therefore I’ll also make you sick
By striking you to make it stick,
By making you waste place of bins
Because of you and all your sins.

All life is sacred, of one breath,
All things that wander on toward death.
And when the tree is turned to stone
It still is sacred soul and bone.
With sacredness the world is filled,
One holy, god-fed, secret guild.
There is no atom, carbon, gold
That is not a divine stronghold.
Beloved, though You are everywhere,
Though You rest in the foul and fair,
Still You are One and one apart
From all creation and from art.
In all, beyond, above, You are
And yet You set foot on this star.

14 You will eat but never be filled;
And you’ll throw down what you have spilled;
You will take hold, but not deliver,
What you bring I shall be the giver
Of that to the sword and untilled.
15 You’ll sow, but not reap, no nor dine,
You’ll tread the olives and the vine,
But not anoint yourself with oil,
Sweet wine, but not drink of your toil.
16 For statutes of Omri are kept, All
The works of Ahab’s house are swept,
And you walk in their counsels too,
That I may make desert of you,
And your inhabitants a shame.
So you’ll bear My folk’s lot of shame.”

We know not that in truth we’re holy,
All races, creeds, both great and lowly,
And so in ignorance we’re spent
And wasted with our own consent
Who should have worshipped You alone
And had a glory of our own.
For lack of bread and oil and wine
I must seduce the asinine.
The bread and oil and wine must feed
My body-soul on her black steed.
They are a tree of life that grows
Such sephiroth that no one knows.
They are expressed in ten bright words
That flash with Sinai’s red storm-birds.

MICAH 7

1 Woe to me! for I am as when
They gathered summer fruits again,
As the grape gleanings at the time
Of vintage; no cluster for dime
To eat; my soul desired the first
Ripe fruit, and here I sit one cursed.
2 The good man’s perished from the earth;
There are none upright in their berth,
They all lie in ambush for blood,
Hunting each one with net in stud.
3 For evil, both hands do suffice.
The prince asks, and the judge in trice,
For recompense, and the great too
Demand fulfilment of the due
Of their desires, and keep the cue.
4 The best of them is just a brier;
The most upright than thorn hedge higher;
The day of your watchmen appears,
Your visitation comes in fears,
Now shall they be troubled arrears.
5 Don’t trust a friend, nor put in guide
Your confidence, but set aside,
Keep the doors of your mouth from her
Who lies upon your breast to stir.
6 For the son dishonours his dad,
The daughter rises from her pad
Against her mother, and son’s wife
Against his mother in the strife,
A man’s foes are of his own rife.

The first commandment in apostasy
Is the dishonour any man can flee:
Dishonour to the mother and the dad
Who bore the babe and saved from every bad.
The first commandment that men must decline
Is that: they’re sure in pagan form and shrine
That justice demands everyone must earn
The honour that is due to family urn.
If one must earn that honour, then the foil
Has gone back to the jungle law to spoil.
Confucius knew the fact, even the Tao
Follows the flow of that pattern somehow.
Beloved, let me and mine keep every law
That You have spoken and avoid the claw.

7 Therefore I will look up to YHWH;
I’ll wait for Ælohim in view
Of my salvation, and my God
Will hear me praying on the sod.
8 Rejoice not against me, O foe,
When I fall, I’ll get up and go;
When I sit in the darkness, YHWH,
Shall be a light upon my view.
9 I’ll bear the wrath of YHWH since I
Have sinned against Him on the fly,
Until He pleads my case and sits
In judgement for me when it fits;
He’ll bring me out to light and I
Shall see His righteousness go by.
10 And my foe shall see, be ashamed
For saying to me as though blamed,
”Where is YHWH your Ælohim now?
My eyes shall behold her, and now
She’ll be trodden down in the mud
Of the streets covered with the flood.
11 I the day that your walls are built,
That day the decree will be spilt.
12 In that day also he shall come
To you from the Assyrian hum,
And fortified towns from the fort
As far as the river for sport,
From sea to sea, from hill to hill,
13 And the ground that’s been desert rill,
Because of its inhabitants,
For the results of all their rants.

You are my light, Beloved, here where I sit
Rejected by the brave, the proud, the fit.
Your are my light, Beloved, beneath the shade
Of rowan where in winter on parade
A banquet’s set of berries for the crew
Of angels tufted that await on You.
You are my light, Beloved, in darkness set,
In a land where the pagan wrath is met
And law and faith are bartered and betrayed.
Your are my light, Beloved, though I’m waylaid
By each adherent of the faiths You made.
But light is all I need when I am paid
In manna daily where You show Your hand
To pilgrims wandering in a desert land.

14 So see your people with your rod,
The flock of you heritage pod,
Who dwell alone and in the wood,
In the midst of Carmel for good,
Let them feel in Bashan and in
Gilead as in old days’ din.
15 According to the days you came
Out of the land of Egypt lame,
I’ll show him wonders in the game.
16 The nations see and are ashamed
Of all their power, they lay as blamed
Hand on mouth, turn their ears enflamed.
17 They’ll lick the dust like serpents, they
Shall move out of their holes away
Like worms of the earth, they shall be
In fear of YHWH our Ælohim,
And be afraid of what you seem.
18 Who’s an Ælohim like You are,
Who pardons all iniquity,
And passes by transgressions’ bar
For the rest of His heritage?
He is not always angry for
He delights in mercy far more.
19 He’ll turn back and He’ll pity us,
He puts away our sinful fuss,
Casting their sins into the sea.
20 You’ll give truth to Jacob, mercy
To Abraham, as You have sworn
To our dads before we were born.

Who is indeed a god like You, Beloved,
Among the armoured and the armour-gloved?
Though steel may bear the brunt of some attack,
Compared to You, each great one with bared back
Returns upon his heels to spite the dust.
All fall at last but You, Beloved, who must.
Who can indeed pardon the sins gone past
But You? Even the Christian at repast
Knows well it takes a miracle of power,
Though he mistakes the task upon an hour
Of crosses and of resurrection’s scour.
Who is a god like You, Beloved, to stand
Upon the raging sea, upon the land?
None can compare, none pardon can remand.

AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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