Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
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Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego:
These may not be three names you know,
But have a seat and I will tell
How they survived a fiery hell
As servants of their God, Most High,
Praised no false gods, would rather die
Than bow to idols of a king,
Pledge fealty to a golden thing.
These weren’t their names in Israel:
Meshach there was Mishael;
Shadrach, born as Hananiah;
Abednego, as Azariah.
These foreign names: blasphemous, flawed;
Their true names gloried Jahweh, God.
Alas, I fear I’ve jumped ahead,
So let’s back up a tad instead.
Nebuchadnezzar, or just ‘Nez’,
Babylon’s king, the bible says,
Constructed, sixty cubits tall,
A golden image people all
Over the land must worship when
The horn announced, the pipes began.
The satraps, prefects, magistrates
Were to enforce that all, prostrate,
Must fall and golden image praise
Or get thrown in a fiery blaze.
Now these three friends, with much to lose,
Would not fall down, for they were Jews
Who worshiped the Lord God, Most High.
The Chaldeans soon raised a cry
To Nez that Shadrach and his friends
Must come to fiery, painful ends
Because they would not bend a knee
Before the monstrous blasphemy.
The king became enraged, inflamed,
Asked the three friends if, as was claimed,
They would refuse to worship thus,
But they said, “King, far be for us
To do this thing; our God will see
Us safe through fire, but your decree
Is not one to which we’ll comply,
Even if this means we must die.”
Then Nez erupted in a fury;
These loyal friends no longer curried
Favor, for now, the king’s command
Was that the furnace should be fanned
Till seven times more hotly burned,
And there, these three, reward would earn
For fealty to their God, Most High.
So they were bound; their hands were tied.
But when the furnace doors flung wide,
The three thrown on the fire inside,
The flames arose, their captors fried.
The king, astonished, rose in haste,
And to the door, he quickly paced.
“Did we not throw three in that thing?”
They looked confused, said, “True, O king.”
“But I see four; this is most odd!
The fourth looks like a son of god!”
Then at the fire did Nez declare,
“Abednego, come out of there!
And Shadrach, Meshach, you as well,
Come out, come forth from fiery hell!”
No hair of theirs remotely singed;
Even their clothes were not impinged
By slightest smoke or smell of fire.
It was as though naught had transpired.
“Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego,
Blessed be your God, for now, I know
His angel watched, delivered you
Who heeded Him; to Him, were true.
And now I issue a command.
Announce to all throughout the land:
If one blasphemes your God Most High,
Their house in ruin, they’ll surely die.
For this, with certainty I say:
No other god can save this way.”
(from Daniel 3)
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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