Sending The 70 Poem by Daniel Partlow

Sending The 70



After these things the Lord appointed another seventy,
and sent them two by two
Before his face into every city and place,
whither he himself would come onto.

The harvest truly is great,
but the laborers are few:
Pray that the Lord of the harvest
sends forth more to reap with you.

Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as
lambs among ravenous lupine packs.
Carry neither purse, nor scrip, nor shoes:
and salute no man along the tracks.

And into whatsoever house ye enter,
first say, Peace be to this household.
And if the son of peace be there,
your peace shall rest upon the members of the fold.

If not, it shall turn to you again.
And in the same house remain.

Eat and drink only whatever
mercies the people give:
For laborers deserves their
wage and means to live.

Go not from house to house,
door to door, nor every household canvass.
Wherever ye are received, take what is
set before you: (for gifts do not harass)

Heal the sick that are therein,
and unto them profess,
The kingdom of God is come
nigh unto you, pray the Lord doth bless.

But whatever city receives you not,
go your ways out into the streets and declare,
Even the very dust of your city, which clings to us,
we wipe off against you, let all beware.

Notwithstanding be ye sure of this,
that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.
But it shall be more tolerable in that
day for Sodom, than for whosoever doth eschew.

Woe unto thee, Chorazin and Bethsaida!
For if the mighty works had been done in Sidon or Tyre.
They a long time ago would have repented,
sitting in sackcloth and ashen mire.

But it shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon
than for you upon the tolling of the judgment bell.
Than for thou Capernaum, which art exalted to
heaven, but shalt be thrust down into the depths of hell.

He that heareth you heareth me; and he that
despiseth you despiseth me;
And he that despiseth me
despiseth him that sent me.

And the seventy returned again with joy, and acclaim
Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.

I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.
Behold, I give unto you power
to tread on serpents and scorpions,
and over all of the enemy from now until the final hour.

Nothing shall harm you. And though the spirits
are subject unto you - do not rejoice,
Rather rejoice, because your names are
written in heaven, for you hear the call of Holy voice.

In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, I thank thee,
O Father, Lord of the universe.
From the wise and prudent thou hast hidden,
but with soul of babes openly converse.

For so it seemed good in thy sight Father.
All things are delivered to me of my Father:

No man but the Father; knoweth
who is the Son. Neither knew
Who the Father is, but the Son,
and whoever he reveals it to.

And he turned him unto his
disciples, and said privately,
Blessed are the eyes which
see the things that ye see

Many prophets and kings have desired
to see what ye see, and have not;
To hear those things which
ye hear, and, yea, have not.

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Daniel Partlow

Daniel Partlow

St. Louis, MO > Westport, CT
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