Why They Call It Faith
The path to my redeemer
had been long and hard enough,
when it led me to a wide crevasse
whose crossing would be rough.
Then I saw a frayed old rope
which spanned the fearsome gap.
I couldn’t see the bottom.
It could be Satan’s trap.
I dared not trust this bridge of cord.
to bear me as I sought the Lord.
To God I prayed “Show me your hand,
that I might follow your command”.
I then beheld the Son of God
across the grim divide.
Behind a barrow with one wheel,
He walked to where the rope was tied.
He asked if I believed
that He could cross the gap.
“While pushing that old barrow?”
I said “the rope might snap”.
He said “Have you no faith
in the Son of Man?”
Then He wheeled His barrow
across the dreaded span.
When He reached my side He asked
“are you still faint-hearted?”
“Or have you faith that I’ll return
to the side from which I started.”
I said that now my faith was strong,
and solid to the marrow.
He said “I’m glad your faith is strong,
now climb into My barrow.”
------- Author's Notes -------
The narrator of this story is about to have his faith tested.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MC (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, November 11 2006, 04:01 am|
I liked it fine the first time, like it just as well the second time around. Truly, no explanations are necessary. Great Job BPguy!
|Bipedalguy (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, November 11 2006, 12:22 pm|
I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kind comments on this poem, and on the original version. I value your comments because you are one of the best writers on this website.
Thanks again, Don Crowell
|MC (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, November 11 2006, 03:46 pm|
Good to know your name. There are MANY great writers here. I appreciate that you like my work. Keep yours coming too! =)
|Renee Berke (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, August 14 2008, 07:31 pm|
A marvelous piece of work--may I pass it on?
|Bipedalguy (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, August 14 2008, 08:29 pm|
I appreciate it when I get a comment on this one from last year. I think it's one of my better poems. My brother was almost R.O.F.L. (rolling on floor laughing)
Don aka Bipedalguy
|Bipedalguy (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, August 30 2008, 03:16 pm|
I just realized that I never answered the question in your comment.
By all means, pass it on!
Thanks Don,aka Bipedalguy
|Bipedalguy (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, August 30 2008, 03:21 pm|
Sorry, I left out your name from my above reply.
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