Wednesday, October 01, 2025

The Ear of the King

 



For if we are beside ourselves, it is for God; if we are of sound mind, it is for you. 2 Cor 5:13


She dances on the corner, boom box in her grip,

Grape-Crush carton she wears as a cap,
Folks think we’re like the former, when prayer is on our lips,
As bent-kneed we stand in the gap.

Hard not to feel crazed like that,
To believe that prayer has clout,
Pleading for the church in Nigeria,
Or healing for grandma’s gout.

Don’t try calling Elon or Billy Gates,
They don’t give a damn,
Instead try Him who purchased you,
Who sits at God’s right hand.

You get that call, the tests come back,
It’s cancer rattling your bones,
There is one who calls you friend,
Yet sits on Heaven’s throne.

The failure you face-it’s so bad,
You’d rather amputate a bone,
If a child asks her father for bread,
Why would he give her a stone?

We wonder if He’ll answer, still we persevere,
A beggar’s cardboard sign on a string,
It’s a post-modernist age, “You do you, maybe He’ll hear,”
But we have the ears of the King.

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