Just like a lumberjack, He's got His axe. It is ready. His hand is steady. Cut down, it will. For the fiery landfill. He will examine the roots. And if the tree has rotten fruits. Tossed into the fire, with no place to retire. Just like the fig tree, saturated with selfish debris. Cursed right up to the ground. Withered away, stripped of its crown. Love, peace and joy. In self-control to enjoy. Goodness, kindness and gentleness. To pass the test of faithfulness. In patience, guided by wisdom and grace. Not impossible in a Spirit-led case. He has with Him a winnowing shovel. Unable to corrupt by flexing worldly muscles. Reward, they'll finally attain, when He sits to thresh out the grain. Gather the wheat into his barn. While the chaff who have been stubborn, thrown in the fire that never goes out, while they scowl and grind their teeth, and pout. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (Inspired by Matthew 3:10 and 12)
It is my desire to study the four gospels. Writing poems helps me put some thought into it thereby making it fun to learn and remember. I was stuck on the book of Matthew for years and never really completed more than the first five chapters until I began writing ‘the Matthew Series‘. Now, I’m revising the contents of the book of Mathew by writing another series of poems titled ‘Inspired by Matthew‘. This one will not be as comprehensive as the Matthew Series and may not be in an orderly sequence. This particular poem is the second in the series. I hope you enjoy reading each piece as much as I did writing them.