so often I heard
from those wise
in worldly ways
proud in youthful
strength exuberance
high spirited vitality
or mature in success
confident in achievements
resting on laurels earned
words that approximate in
agreed contemplation to this
I thought religion was only a
crutch for the weak the broken
reminds of Karl Marx and his often quoted
‘religion as Opium of the people’ comment
yet God gave authority
to those who will conquer
and observe his deed until
the time of the end, authority
over nations, to shepherd
over people with an iron rod
'so that they will be broken to
pieces like clay vessels, the
same as I received from my Father' Revelation 2: 27
keeps springing to mind
the intriguing part of that verse
is Christ received the same
for us from his father
we are truly remade in
the image of Christ
his broken flesh was scourged
for us, thirty nine stripes,
to conquer all thirty nine types
of medically declared diseases
remember God “is near to those
that are broken hearted; And
those who are crushed in spirit he saves” Psalms 34: 18
“Better is the little of the righteous one
Than the abundance of the many wicked ones.” Psalms 37: 16
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem