Must Be A Joke

 

 

Ha, ha, ha,

He must be a joke

In the middle of nowhere

He builds a boat

 

How will he move it?

This massive boat

Without water

How will it float?

 

He mentions a flood

That is to come

Let us all taunt him

And have some fun

 

 

Seven people only

Were assisting Noah

So building the ark

Was quite slow

 

It was a long time

Before the flood

For the naysayers

This was good

 

One hundred years

And twenty more

Noah and family

Had to be sore

 

Bearing the brunt

Of everyone’s jokes

A warning he gave

Every time he spoke

 

A flood is coming

He preached to them

But not one convert

What a problem!

 

 

Building a boat

And preaching too

Such a long time

Breeds a dim view

 

The more he preached

The less they heard

And building a boat

Was just absurd

 

A long time passes

After a long time

Something simple

Strikes the mind

 

Only animals respond

To Father Noah

Two by two

They begin to show

Into the ark

These animals went

But the human beings

Refuse to repent

 

Still they laughed

At Father Noah

And they totally enjoyed

His free show

 

Ignoring the signs

The animals displayed

Must be a joke

So they say

 

“What is that?”

One of them asked

This time of course

No one laughed

 

“Water,” one said

And up they looked

  But by this time

The ark’s door was shut

Must be a joke

But the joke’s on them

Not one of them

Knew how to swim

  

Drowned they all did

Every single one

But for all in the ark

Came a new dawn

 

It was after the flood

When they disembarked

Noah and his family

Made a new start

 

Must be a joke

I am hearing you say

The joke will be on you

One of these days

 

Heed the call now

The bridegroom comes

He could be here

Before this day is done

 

 

Must be a joke

But you won’t laugh

If you don’t get in

Before time is past

 

Ha, ha, ha,

You’ll be the joke

In the middle of nowhere

Without a hope

 

Stewart Russell © September 2019

 

 

Ye Do Err

 

Matthew 22:29

 

Jesus answered and said unto them,

Ye do err,

not knowing the scriptures,

nor the power of God.

 

Ye do err,

Not knowing the scriptures,

Your agenda in view

Blocks the true picture.

 

The Sadducees had said

There was no resurrection

And had tried to trap Jesus

With a difficult question.

 

They wanted to prove

What it was they believed

But they were the very ones

That had been deceived.

“Ye do err,” said Jesus,

“Not knowing the scriptures,”

And then proceeded to give them

The true picture.

 

A woman had seven husbands

Seven brothers they were,

Each of the predeceased left her

To the brother after.

 

“Whose wife shall she be?”

The Sadducees asked eagerly,

Hoping to trap the Master

With their perceived mystery.

 

“Ye do err,” said Jesus,

“Not knowing the scriptures,”

No marriage in the resurrection

End of the lecture.

 

My brother’s first wife died,

He is now on his second

But for either in the resurrection

There is no provision.

 

They will have a new name

And it will not be Russell,

There’s no need in the resurrection

For any such tussle.

.

I know the assurance given

Is that we will meet over there

But not as husband and wife,

Only one bridegroom appears.

 

The Church is his bride

And he is Head of his Church,

Consult the Holy Scriptures

And forget the experts.

“Ye do err,” said Jesus,

“Not knowing the scriptures,”

They were blind to the truth

Though they looked on its picture.

 

Pilate had the same problem

When he asked what is truth,

Before him stood Jesus

Its undeniable proof.

 

I am grateful for Lynette,

My adorable wife

But this union will end forever

When I leave this life.

 

I will enjoy all she offers me

For as long as we live

And with God being my helper

Give her what I can give.

 

At my graveside

I hope she will understand

I am no longer hers

But totally in God’s hand.

 

We have discussed together

That death will part us forever,

No husband and wife in eternity

But heaven to treasure.

 

Stewart Russell © December 7, 2021

 

Tidbits of Love

He said he loved me

To him I said the same

Then we got married

And I took his name

She looked so stunning

She had to be mine

The courtship was short

She was mine in no time

I popped the question

And she said yes

I was over the moon

I had passed her test

The house was rented

But I didn’t care

Nothing so mattered

As long as he was there

She didn’t have a job

But she had a face

And a body to match

She was certainly a catch

We had to get married

And that we did

  He had no faults

And all mine I hid

The vows seemed long

And the ceremony too

I became impatient

And that impatience grew

Eventually I heard

You may kiss the bride

The moment I’d waited for

Had suddenly arrived

The reception was great

More guests than we invited

But all went well

And we were delighted

  

A few months went well

And then it occurred to me

She was not working

Hence, a drain on my money

I paid all the bills

And did so much more

And she merely complained

Of feeling bored

Well what do you expect?

I was in the house alone

And when I wanted to talk

He was never at home

He said it didn’t matter

I was not working

And he said so many times

When we were courting

She used to dress up

And we would party strong

But here of late

She says partying is wrong

While he was at work

I would prepare a nice recipe

So that when he got home

He could dine with me

But he was always late

And my effort was a waste

He would feign tiredness

And never take a taste

I worked long hours

So I could give her the best

So when I got home

I needed to have my rest

To cut a long story short

It couldn’t last on that course

So after our last quarrel

We decided on divorce

Courting days were so great

That we decided to marry

But we ran out of love’s tidbits

And the moon ran out of honey

Love’s tidbits were gone

And so was our marriage

She had lost her golden slipper

And I my golden carriage

All that’s left are memories

And tidbits of this and that

But the pure love we envisaged

Never became a fact

Stewart Russell © February 2018