Dance, song, and shouts of joy; the foolishness of preaching;
Sunrises, moonstones, and rainbows; the pleasing stretch of reaching
Across a Sabbath table laden with a feast.
Trumpets and Purim, Christmas and Easter—
the joy of the festival board
Where we eat and we drink and are merry indeed,
the better to fear the Lord.
‘Tis barely begun, this work of naming unnumbered
hundreds of graces;
But may God bless our task, and sharpen our eyes,
and with excellent food stuff our faces!
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Regarding what follows below: I considered offering a little apologeia for theological light verse, but in the end I gave up. You will either think that it is its own justification, or you will think that no justification is possible. Either way, blathering on about why I do it seemed pointless and self-indulgent. So without further ado, gentle reader, I give you a little theological light verse.
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“The Bible’s all one book,” they said,
“So a word means the same in all places.”
“Abide in the ship or ye cannot be saved,”
Said I — and imagine their faces!
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Predestined before the earth’s foundation
Long before any Scripture’s read:
Not just their souls; their interpretation’s
Predestined before the earth’s foundation.
Beware the children of the Reformation
If you would not have the meaning of “dead”
Predestined before the earth’s foundation
Long before any Scripture’s read.
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When Calvin told Beza to heed to the text
Beza held fast ’til his life was all spent
But old Calvin slapped him when he got to heaven:
“The text of the Institutes ain’t what I meant!”
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Predestinate terminology’s
The greatest hazard to the text
To ever rise. Some always see
Predestinate terminologies
As antidotes to uncertainties,
Compared to the dangers of which, a perplexed,
Perdestinate terminology’s
The greater hazard. To the text!
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