Wisemen Seek

 

 

The shepherds were nigh,

The wisemen afar,

While the former knew the way

The latter followed a star.

 

How they came together

Only God knows

But they met at Herod’s palace,

The Bible shows.

 

They sought Jesus

Is what Herod was told

And he wanted to see him too:

A liar quite bold.

 

Journeying for two years

Having seen the sign,

This Jesus had to be palace-born

Is what they opined.

 

But he wasn’t there

And Herod couldn’t help,

Though his cunning expression

Showed how he felt.

 

 

“Search diligently for him

And when you find this king

Come and bring me word again

That I may worship him.”

 

Wisemen seek Jesus

And for the right reason,

Being aware that Jesus is the reason

For this season.

 

Take Christ out

And mas is all you’ve got

And though many are still deluded,

Without him is naught.

 

Hence, wisemen seek,

Seek to know the Christ

Who gave himself on Mt Calvary

As an atoning sacrifice.

 

 

Paying our debt,

The price of man’s sin

And inviting the whosoever-will

To come to him.

 

The wisest decision

That anyone can make

When in true repentance we say,

“Jesus, my heart take.”

 

He is a wiseman

That seeks the Saviour,

Just like those wisemen of old

Who found his favour.

 

Today if you hear him

Harden not your heart

But let this Christmas season

Be your initial start.

 

 

Wise men seek Christ

And wise women too,

Your star may be this truth today

That brings him into view.

 

Stewart Russell © December 9, 2024

 

The Senses

 

 

Humans have five senses

And sometimes six,

Six in the case of women

Placing men in a fix.

 

Women win arguments

Almost every time,

They use their sixth sense

Leaving men behind.

 

Men would present the facts

But the women still disagree,

There is this feeling they have

Call it extra-sensory.

 

I’ve lost many a battle

With my darling wife

And I am beginning to learn

I can’t win such a strife.

At least five senses we share

And that’s a plus,

Developing the sixth

I don’t consider a must.

 

Hearing and seeing,

These are so great

That to lose them both

Would be a terrible fate.

 

Smelling and tasting

Hand in hand they go,

If the food smells good

Taste goes with that flow.

 

Smell activates

The salivary glands

And when that doesn’t happen

The food tastes bland.

 

The fifth is touch

It’s a wonderful sensation,

It has spurted on

Many an infatuation.

 

It can get one in trouble

With the opposite sex,

It can bring on pleasure

Or it can make one vex.

 

Touch is the sense

We take most for granted

But it is the one with which

 We are most enchanted.

 

Of the other four

It is perhaps closest to taste,

When eating our food

It is an additional grace.

 

It helps with the taste

 But also with the texture

And makes a great dining experience,

You’ve gotten the picture.

 

Seeing is the one

I would most hate to lose,

Of course, I wouldn’t like it

If I had to choose.

 

They are all important

In the roles that they play

And the others are sharpened

When one is taken away.

 

A blind man hears better

I am sure you have heard,

You can ask any blind man,

Don’t take my word.

 

Taste would be rotten

If there were no smell,

You don’t have to ask a blind man

I am sure you can tell.

 

If I had to lose one

And I mean if I had to,

I’d reluctantly choose hearing

Tell me, won’t you?

 

I say reluctantly

On account of music,

Being unable to appreciate it.

Would give me a fit.

 

Of the five senses

Seeing appears to be tops,

However, we must thank God

For all the senses we’ve got.

 

Stewart Russell © 2020