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Worthwhile Poems about God’s Amazing Love for His People.
THE OLD CHAIR I bought something strange at the auction today, Something I did not need, And I paid a most horrible price for it, But I'm glad that I bought it indeed. It was something I'd built with my own two hands When I was younger and fair; But now I am old, and they thought it was strange That I paid such a price for a chair. The chair had been beautiful-- perfectly made-- As fine as a chair can be! No words can do justice to what I had built, So gracious and glorious to see. But now it seemed hopelessly broken, and ruined, And only two men knew its worth: Myself, who had built it, and could build it again-- And the enemy of my youth. He refused to quit bidding, he hated me so, Though no cause for his hatred was there; He had worked in my shop as a faithful employee Long ago when I built the chair. But his impatient pride and his jealousy grew When customers gave me praise, And I saw him destroy that masterpiece chair-- So we went our separate ways. Now I knew he could never repair that chair, So the chair is mine today; He bid at the auction as much as he could-- But I paid what he would not pay. ----------------------------------------------------- I bought something strange up on Calvary's hill-- Something I did not need, And I paid a most horrible price for it, But I'm glad that I bought it indeed. It was something I'd built with my own two hands When the earth was new in grace; Now the earth is older; they thought it was strange What I paid for the human race. It once had been beautiful-- perfectly made-- As fine as a soul can be! No words can do justice to what I had built, So gracious and glorious to see. But now it seemed hopelessly broken, and ruined, And only we two knew its worth: Myself, the Creator, Who could build it again-- And the enemy of all truth. He refused to quit bidding, he hated me so, Though his hatred was never just, He had worked in my service a faithful employee When I created man from the dust. But his impatient pride and his jealousy grew When cherabim sang My praise, And I saw him destroy the human heart-- So we went our separate ways. Now I'm sure he would never repair that heart, So man can be mine today: He bid there on Calvary as much as he could-- But I paid what he would not pay. I bought something strange near Jerusalem-- Something I did not need, And I paid a most horrible price for it, But I'm glad that I bought it indeed. ___________________________________ Copyright 1984 by Stanley K. Brubaker; all rights reserved.