I’m walking with Missy,
The sun in my face.
I may call it Bethel;
The Lord’s in this place.
When we go a-walking,
He’s here by my side,
And I can’t escape him;
I know, ‘cuz I’ve tried.
When I was a young man,
To Joppa, I went.
It wasn’t a whale that
The good Lord then sent;
He gave me a shovel
To dig my own pit
and built me a ladder
to climb out of it.
Appears that the stories
Of Scripture are true;
You don’t have to look hard
To find one ‘bout you.
It’s sort of amazing;
it’s funny, you know.
It seems when we read them,
Our faith’s sure to grow.
’Tis said nothing changes
Here under the sun.
Yes, God’s seen it all,
He’s never outdone.
So eat and be merry,
The sun in your face.
Find joy here in Bethel;
The Lord’s in this place.
Jonah Son of Amittai
Jonah should go to Nineveh one day,
But to Tarshish is where he ran away,
And off to Joppa he raced and went,
Without ever having God's consent.
Paid required amount and went aboard;
Headed towards Tarshish from the Lord;
Jonah then was thrown into raging sea
Where he never had been meant to be.
They offered sacrifices and vows made;
To God who was one they once forbade;
Certain section of water God would hallow,
And Jonah, a great fish, him did swallow.
Will complete letter after I wake up tomorrow.
The rest is all ready to be typed up. Jim Horn
Never mourn at my
funeral
Because i'm not dead
but sleeping
And relaxing on
Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in
view
to mourning
But within you,
you're
here to mock
Because my poetry
has
once expose your
secret-deeds
Throw my body
where
you please
Or let it be
dismembered
Never mourn at my
funeral
You the insect that
bites my daffodils
And you who want
my
fish to swim on a
dry
earth
Throw me on a
stormy
sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious
shame
I can never sight the
river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in my
maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and
search
for lust souls
Wear them a
garment
pure as snow
Before they lie low
with
me
And journey hell
eternal
Never mourn at my
funeral
But mourn for we're
debtors of death
Adesitimi Taiwo
JONAH’S PERIL
I was told to go to Nineveh,
and denounce their wicked ways;
Instead I boarded a ship in Joppa Town,
Chose to disobey.
I fell asleep in the inner hold,
as a mighty storm ensued.
Sailors dumped cargo over board;
They asked: “What did you do?”
I was thrown into deep waters
In the middle of a raging sea.
A great big fish engulfed me…
from its belly I made my plea!
I fled the presence of my maker
to find a better way.
He ordered the waves and billows,
because I had gonse astray.
The men rowed hard to reach the shore
and cried out: “Please let us be spared!”
But the winds and storm continued;
They were frightened and in despair.
I was the cause of God’s anger
and was cast into the sea.
The fury of the storm calmed suddenly.
The sailors were then set free.
By Milton Lopez Delgado
August 31, 2011
Based on The Book of Jonah
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A
Man
Jonah
By name ran
From God by going
Down_ to Joppa
Went Down_in a boat to run away from God paid the
Fare went down in the hull and went to sleep each step brought him down and away from God
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