A wail goes rising up,
a lackluster incense.
No food to eat, no sup
their rage became intense.
One man am I, a lonely man
and I am scared to speak
yet here I stand and call You out
"I'm not the one you seek"
I was a man so scared.
I fumbled o'er my tongue
and Yet He makes me lead these men
I've had it. Lord, I'm done.
Take my life oh Lord
And If I found your favor
unsheath your deadly sword
and end my life right here.
you thought a different way
and bade me stay a while.
"Call some seventy of my kids."
In time enough they shall smile...
And so again, I listen
you always know whats best.
Forgive me for my own complaining,
someday you'll grant me rest.
Author notes
A quick take on Moses from Numbers 11:15
A contest entry
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500 points, ended June 20, 2007, 5 entries
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Wonderful. I loved the wording in this poem... The rhyming was good, the rush of it was good.. Only one part I noticed that didn't fit,
'Take my life oh Lord
And If I found your favor
unsheath your deadly sword
and end my life right here.'
It didn't rhyme. This was my favorite stanza,
'I was a man so scared.
I fumbled o'er my tongue
and Yet He makes me lead these men
I've had it. Lord, I'm done.'
Thank you for referring to God as He instead of he.
And thank you for entering.
skitza
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