A Scorpion
Awoke this morning terrified –
A stinging gator – there inside
A cage – my grandson coaxed into
His arms, and cuddled just like you
Would cuddle kittens you have seen;
We froze so not to spook the scene;
Then melted back, hearts in our hands,
And prayed that Jesus understands.It was like this one time before
When rat slipped in through opened door;
My son went over, picked it up –
Out through the door which he then shut.
“Some critters you don't mess with, son”,
Is what I wished to say, once done;
But held in my words, it turned out right –
He did his work without a bite.Mark said at end of Gospel words,
Believers would do things absurd
To those of us of little faith –
Drink poison's cup, and handle snakes.
And so, as show of faith, they do –
Some churches look a bit like the zoo's –
That's not for me, I'd end up dead,
So acts like this I've always fled.But now that I'm awake this morn,
I wonder where such thoughts are born;
Then with a shudder melt again,
For many folks court stings and pain.
Lord, why do people walk the ledge?
Insist on lurking near the edge?
Or handle prickly, stingy beasts,
Which “saner folks” approach the least?And all the while in silence we
Try not to startling problem be;
Our silence keep, and melt away,
The stress in us we cannot say.
Lord for those folks in danger placed
We pray – that they with trouble faced
Whichever cause – through work or play –
That they survive, in you, this day.navigation