Feb. 23, 1998

This poem is a narrative,

designed to make you smile.

But if a verse gives you a frown,

then ponder for a while.

A Messianic rabbi emailed to me his thought,

about my recent poetry which made him so distraught.

He told me the Apostle Paul was never truly seen,

to eat a food unkosher or touch a thing unclean.

Immediately I discerned this point of incredulity

To be a statement of belief devoid of honesty.

How could this man ignore the facts just begging to be read,

It must be his theology has made him turn his head.

But I replied with gentleness, a story I construed.

Of a man whom I knew once, whose belief's I did reprove.

He said he had the utmost proof of Jesus' origin,

Of Ethiopian descent and with the blackest skin.

But tersely I proved otherwise, the matter to dispatch,

I showed my poor opponent that he was not my match.

My victory was stolen in this misconceived debate.

I should have kept my mouth shut,

but regrets were now too late.

The man's beliefs were fixed upon his fragile little yarn,

The victory that I had gained had not been worth the harm.

I emailed back this story to the rabbi to relate,

That all the truth that we behold,

May not be worth debate.

If we can just appreciate the soul that we approach,

When loving wisdom we express,

The truth we will promote.

From Her Mouth To God's Ears

April 11, 98

It was back in seventy five.

A Jewish Kid turned Jesus-freak,

just glad to be alive.

Living in a commune,

southwest of Philly town.

Handing out free tickets,

To the only Way around.

It was on one summer's night,

while walking with a friend,

we happened by a Christian girl,

with Scriptures in her hand.

She approached me and began to speak,

and suddenly I felt,

a jolt like electricity,

that made my senses melt.

She prophesied these words to me,

with speech so loud and clear,

"A flashing star I will behold,

to show the end is near!"

So I report this incident,

for future eyes to see.

So if these things do come to pass,

a witness this will be.

Messianic Mammon Blues!  

(A satirical poem to be sung to the tune of "Car 54 Where Are You?"

Click the rabbi above to hear the music!)

May 14, 98

In the Messianic movement

some are blinded to their plight.

With an enterprising spirit,

they'll convince you wrong is right.

When they're fleecing you the while,

you'll be taken by their guile.

Messianic Mammon blues!

There's a Messianic phone line,

just for Messianic Jews.

And a bogus tree in Israel,

planted in the name you choose.

Just your check or Visa card

and your status they'll regard.

Messianic Mammon blues!

There's a junket to Bermuda

and if you've the gelt you'll shmooze,

with your Messianic rabbi,

and your favor he will choose.

With a gift of twenty grand,

he will be at your command.

Messianic Mammon blues!

There's a lesson from the Scriptures,

to be taken seriously.

If we sell our souls for money,

then a ruin we will see,

of our Messianic plan,

it will perish by our hands.

Messianic Mammon blues!

Will It Matter?

July 27, 98

When Messiah sits upon his throne,

to judge the nations true.

And every people, race and tongue,

profess their faith anew.

When Israel shall be blessed,

extolled by every heart.

Their curse erased by boundless grace,

that never will depart.

Will it matter if the faithful,

are known as something new?

Would it mean that much to anyone,

if a Christian were a Jew.

Deferred Payment?

June 27, 1999

Why can't we see it coming?

Is it all that hard to see?

Good sense should show us surely,

what the consequences be.

So why then are we foolish,

and turn our heads away?

Do we really think our godless ways,

will bring a brighter day?

Could it be that we defer the eventuality.

With hopes the final payment,

will defer eternally.

Why then be fearful debtors,

with salvation's loss the cost.

When Jesus paid our debt,

when they nailed him on the cross.

Can it be that great a loss,

to entrust our debt to Him?

Could it be we fear to live our lives,

forgiven of all sin?

The Lover of Truth

Dec. 12, 1999

The lover of truth is not among the compromising crowd.

Confronting the lies of blinded eyes when truth is disallowed.

The lover of truth scorns profit from self promoting pride.

Excepting less in preference to seeking out a bribe.

The lover of truth is patient,

trusting in the Lord.

Knowing well that time will tell from wisdom and discord.

The lover of truth takes solace when enemies pursue.

Expressing love instead of hate.

Promoting peace anew.

You too can be a lover,

if truth will be your goal.

For you will find eternal life,

and healing for your soul.