Saturday, July 25, 2009

How Not To Fight The Lord's Battles

From "The Mark of the Christian", by Francis Schaeffer:


LAMENT

Weep, weep for those
Who do the work of the Lord
With a high look
And a proud heart.
Their voice is lifted up
In the streets, and their cry is heard.
The bruised reed they break
By their great strength, and the smoking flax
They trample.

Weep not for the quenched
(For their God will hear their cry
And the Lord will come to save them)
But weep, weep for the quenchers.

For when the Day of the Lord
Is come, and the vales sing
And the hills clap their hands
And the light shines
Then their eyes shall be opened
On a waste place,
Smouldering,
The smoke of the flax bitter
In their nostrils,
Their feet pierced
By broken reed-stems.....
Wood, hay, stubble,
And no grass springing,
And all the birds flown.

Weep, weep for those
Who have made a desert
In the name of the Lord.


Evangeline Paterson

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bruce, I was looking for an obscure reference to Jeremiah or Isaiah or something. There are dangers in every Theological camp to be such as those described here. The opposite of love, patience, kindness, mercy, compassion, nurturing, and longsuffering. We who have received mercy and compassion, should be the first to display this toward others. May my works be limited in their wood, hay and stubble.
JR

July 25, 2009 at 12:07 PM  
Blogger Tim Shorey said...

Weep, weep for those
Who have made a desert
In the name of the Lord.

O for grace to prepare today, and preach tomorrow on the call of God to obedient holiness, to turn people's dry places into an oasis,rather than a wildreness.
Tim

July 25, 2009 at 12:40 PM  

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