Psalm
2: Reaction to Rebellion
Amos Wilson (March 30,
2014)
Myriads
of myriads,
Compass
us around,
Surround
the hill on which we stand,
And
cover all the ground.
Why do
they rage and grit their teeth?
Why do
they wage this war?
Rebellion
is what loosed each sheath,
Their
rebels, scores and scores!
They
challenge thus our capitol,
With
thousands of spear shafts
Yet
when our King our ruler saw,
He
could only laugh.
“I
have set my throne in Zion,
Upon
this holy hill,
You
can not siege, you can not burn,
You
can not come and kill.
“Your
spears, your swords, your missiles all,
Will
here avail you not.
At my
command you all would fall,
Defeating
you un-faught.
“Behold
my Son! Dear Son, hark You:
You
are my Son indeed.
Today
I have begotten You,
Let it
be decreed!
“Ask
of me and I will give
Whate'er
you dare to ask,
Redeem
them, get them: I will bless,
You'll
rule from first to last.
“Behold
this horde, and take this rod,
Then
dash them like a jar.
Or use
your rod to rule instead,
All
regions near and far.
“Curb
this childish revolt,
Redeem
this wayward foe,
For
those repentant, humble ones,
For
them, Your blood will flow.
“The
rest do shatter. Lay to waist!
Their
own choice they make.
Their
will be done. Un-sheath Your sword.
Ope
the firy lake!”
And so
we swore allegiance there,
With
fear we did rejoice.
We
kissed the son. We vowed to serve
Him
with our hands and voice.
Be ye
wise – do likewise.
In Him
take rest – You will be blessed.
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