I blow a horn so folks will know
That Ive come to start my show.
I do good works for all to see
Thank you, God, for making me.
As you can tell, Im great and good;
I do all the things I think I should.
I fast oft and tithe much too;
Its clear that I do more than you
Or him or her, so thank you Lord,
That Im not like the common hoard:
Sinners, bums, and pagan scum
Of your truth theyre clearly dumb.
But my eyes see youve blessed me so,
Theres just not much that I dont know.
There are some folks alive today
Who claim things arent the way I say.
"You hypocrite!" Ive heard some shout, but
Im in control; Ill put them out!
Disfellowshipped from friends and church,
For food and fellowship theyll search .
But, Oh, not I! My seats secure
And its up front, you may be sure.
My descent I claim through Abraham.
In his sons stead he slayed a ram
That I might live and claim my boast:
Its clear, Oh Lord, you love me most.
Today, dear Lord, I come to you
To receive the honor that Im due.
For Ive condemned unrighteousness;
These are my works, so now please bless.
Oh Lord, My Lord, do you not hear?
Can you not see that Ive drawn near?
What do you mean my names not found
In your book and that Im bound
And tied up in iniquity?
My God, I say that just cant be!
Years now I have used your name,
And all my friends have done the same!
For fruits youve asked, that we be known,
Therefore I think it can be shown
Our numbers and our coffers swelled
With blessings such as these weve dwelled.
"Thou Fool!" You say, "to have relied
On fruits of riches multiplied."
Woe, woe, woe is me!
The works weve done he just wont see.
Lazarus, Lazarus, speak for us!
Hurry, please! The blood! The puss!
This flames so great; cant bear the pain.
My days have waxed; God curse this wane!
And so beloved, we gather here
That all may learn and all may fear.
When we appear before the Lord,
"Self-deceived" none can afford.
Of his good works he did insist;
Sadly, though, the point he missed.
When his day came before the throne
What tragedy! he was not known.
He gnashed his teeth, he did wail;
All that remains is this sad tale.
Most folks think him just a Jew,
But he was an Israelite, like You!
With quaking and with shaking knees
Let us repent as "Pharisees"
Who had the Truth, and knew we did!
Yet from our hearts was mercy hid.
We thought we knew what was required,
But in jots and tittles we were mired.
Lets now on matters weighty dwell;
Let mercies flow that they might tell
Our God and Master up above
The law we seek to keep is Love:
Love of neighbor, not of strife,
Which if kept will lead to Life.
David Paul Bankson (SN subscriber)