Just Wondering

 

At times when I sit and ponder 

I just can’t help but wonder

How we repeat blunder after blunder,

It’s like getting hit with thunder.

“Lightning strikes not thunder,”

Hence you also begin to wonder

About the things that I ponder

Believing I have made a blunder.

“It’s a marvel of our environment,

If you understand my sentiment

Just temper your rising resentment

And don’t disregard my argument.”

Such an argument is not the norm,

Your point has no shape or form,

I won’t be quick your point to scorn

But I am just beginning to warm.”

“Lightning strikes; thunder doesn’t,

Thunder rolls and therefore couldn’t,

If the other way lightning wouldn’t

Then as it stands thunder shouldn’t.

A flash of lightning can be savage,

It can cause quite a bit of damage,

A wide expanse it can severely ravage

Leaving behind loss and carnage.”

“Remember where this all started

For clearly you have now departed

From what was to be lighthearted

And to the serious you have darted.

I said:

At times when I sat and pondered 

I just couldn’t help but wonder

How we repeated blunder after blunder,

It was like getting hit with thunder.

You said:

Lightning strikes not thunder,

Hence you also began to wonder

About the things that I pondered

Believing I had made a blunder.

But thunder hits; it really does

So spare me your annoying buzz

That my argument is a lot of fuzz

Like bubbles as in the case of suds.

“Not like lightning you must admit,

Surely not from where I sit,

Your argument is not even worth spit,

I could almost have a laughing fit.”

“I know you are one of those well read,

Of good pedigree and really well bred

But rather than consider what I have said,

You want to poke fun at me instead.

Your “not like lightning” proves to me

There is a point to my point you see,

While a flash of lightning can cut a tree

A roll of thunder can cause damage to be.

What for you started as a mystery

Has moved from impossible to probability,

That thunder can hit is even likely

And can cause damage you admitted to me.”

“I never made any such concession

Neither did indicate any admission,

Your senses have gone into serious recession

If you believe I entered a confession.”

I almost thought you had seen the light

But clearly you’re not that bright,

I shall now endeavour to put you right

And hope you welcome the new insight.

Lightning strikes and creates great heat,

Slashing a tree is its ordinary feat,

It occurs when electrical charges meet

And “where you sit" will become a hot seat.

Thunder can cause tremendous vibration

Effecting damage to some accommodation

Causing cracks and much consternation

Urging the need for speedy evacuation.”

At the beginning this was not my aim

But you wanted to dispute my claim

Hence I needed to show I am not insane

Thunder hits and causes great pain.

At times when I sit and ponder 

I just can’t help but wonder

How we repeat blunder after blunder,

It’s like getting hit with thunder.

Consider the vibrations of the mind,

Not now but perhaps another time,

Until then be careful what you opine,

Examine the matter before you decline.

If you have a headache just anoint

But I certainly trust you got the point,

When you are ready again just honk,

It’s time for me to leave this joint.

Stewart Russell © June 2017

Wasn’t It A Wonder?

 

Wasn’t it a wonder

The inscription o’er his head?

The King of the Jews

Was what it had said.

What the scribes did not know

Was how right they were,

Had they known then

That would have been quite a stir.

Not only king of the Jews

But King of the World,

The same world he had created

By his spoken Word.

Wasn’t it a wonder

The thief hanging at his side

Who at that opportune moment

On his word had relied?

While the other railed on him

And in the worst way behaved

Jesus in his dying moments

Still had power to save.

Salvation was granted

To that thief who asked

And the assurance was given

Before Jesus had passed.

Wasn’t it a wonder

There was total darkness at noon

And it was so horrid

For the Light there was no room?

Right there on the cross

Hung the Light of the World

But the World knew it not

Though it was written in His Word.

A time is coming

When greater darkness will come

To all those who refuse

To accept the light from God’s Son.

Wasn’t it a wonder

At the rending of the temple veil?

Now any other way to God

Except through Jesus will fail.

Before, only the High Priest

Had accessed to God’s throne,

Now we all can come to him boldly

And that, through Jesus alone.

Thank God for that rending

And the unobstructed path

By which every born again believer

Can come through Jesus Christ at last.

Wasn’t it a wonder

When the earth did quake

And happened as God had planned

For Jesus Christ sake?

Right then the earth submitted

To the Lordship of Christ

Even as the sun earlier on

Had recognized his great sacrifice.

For the elements demonstrated

That Jesus was the Lord of life

Who had been crucified that day

On account of mankind’s strife.

 

Wasn’t it a wonder

When the graves opened up?

Jesus had cried with a loud voice

Having drunk the bitter cup.

Many of the saints that slept

Then suddenly arose

Confirming that Jesus in dying

Had both death and the grave disposed.

In three days hence

He would tear death’s bars away

And render the grave powerless

Over him that holds full sway.

There is going to be

A great getting up morning

And we all are looking forward

To that great day’s dawning.

Wasn’t it a wonder

Regarding the centurion’s confession?

Note what he said

After he’d seen all that had happened.

 

Truly this was the Son of God

The centurion back then had said

And note that according to Mark 15:39

He said it as soon as Jesus was dead.

Hopefully such a revelation

Would not be just head knowledge assent

But regarding your spiritual well being

In your heart you will repent.

Isn’t it a wonder

That even on All Fools’ Day

The best decision that anyone can make

Is to let the Lord Jesus have his way?

For the first time since 1945

Easter is falling on All Fool’s Day,

Send the fool further need not be your lot

It’s time to keep the devil at bay.

Be a part of the wonder

Of this resurrection celebration

And experience the wonderful joy

That is God’s great salvation.

A Blessed Easter to You

Stewart Russell © April 2018