By Ken Blue
June 26th, 2011. Filed under: Poems.
          By Ken Blue From my roof I could clearly see, What was not intended for me. So I took the fruit that wasn’t mine, My eyes opened and I was blind.   The news that came was bitter gall; Nine months would announce it to all. A plan was made to hide my plight, Joab would send home the Hittite.   Uriah came home, per my plan. He was a good and simple man. I welcomed him, go home, I said. Certain he’d sleep in his own bed.   He didn’t go but slept at my door. What was wrong with the leaves I wore? Wine’s the key he’s only a man. But nothing went just like the plan.   A note was sent by the Hittite. Move Uriah up front in the fight. Joab knew what the message said. His reply; the Hittite is dead.   I finally slept the whole night through. There’s nothing left I need to do. Early morning came my next of kin. Was the Prophet; I let him in.   I offered a drink and a chair. I’ll stand, I’ve a story to share About a poor man and a sheep, Each night at his bosom did sleep.   A rich man took it to feed his guest. Your judgment’s right, you know what’s best. The king stood, with fire in his eye. He who did this will surly die.   Nathan paused, then lifted his hand, And said, as God lives, you’re the man. God gave Thee every tree in sight, You stole the one from the Hittite.   Stolen waters are sweet; they say, But you will always curse this day. Your kingdom will crumble away. And thousands for your sin will pay.   CHECK OUT AUDIO SERMONS AND SONGS  
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2 Responses to STOLEN WATERS

  1. Jane Haveman

    Pastor, you are a good poet! I am praying for you!

  2. Ken Blue Ken Blue


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