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For Want of Cursed Things
by Moses Hochstetler (Age: 60)
copyright 07-10-2003


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Joshua's battle cry resounds
In every booth and tent:
And when the sun is risen,
Three thousand men consent
To smite the godless heathen
On Isr'el's promised land;
To shed the blood of Canaanites
Upon the desert sand.

But Ai's men were waiting
On Jordan's upper rim,
To chase the marching army
Back east to Shebarim;
And there the cunning Amorites
Reproached the mighty host,
By killing thirty-six of them
Before they reached their post.

Joshua's vaunted elders
All groaned aloud and cried:
"Would to God that we had stayed
On Jordan's other side!"
But God appeared to Joshua
And told him to repent;
To seek the one responsible
For this reviled event.

For sin is reprehensible,
It breaks the nation's will,
It spills the blood of innocents
And slights the pauper's till.
Sin grieves the hearts of widows
And blinds the eyes of kings;
To leave the world destitute
For want of blessed things.

Then Joshua cast the lot to find
That cursed guilty man,
And found the son of Carmi,
The covetous Achan.
Hence all of Israel stoned him
In the valley of Achor -
Thus one gigantic heap of stones
Turned the tide of war.

Remember then, should sin come by,
To knock upon your door,
Do not receive it in, my friend,
To hide beneath your floor.
Be sure to shoo it far away,
Or let your feet grow wings,
Lest you receive a heap of stones,
For want of cursed things.




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07-24-2003 Heather Scott    

WOW! You're quickly becoming one of the best poets whose work I've had the pleasure to read.


07-12-2003 Jonathan Donnely    

very nice I like the poem in general alot, but to my taste it is to religious it seems,that aside I think its a great piece.


07-12-2003 April S.    

Very cool and nice.


07-11-2003 Jenny Stein    

aahh, this is what i have been struggling with today. well , some sort of sin . it was a good one to read.


07-11-2003 Janet Owenby    

Excellent Write Moses. HIghest ratings from me.


07-11-2003 Regina S.    

Excellent write!


07-11-2003 Christopher Doss    

Very nice!


07-10-2003 Gregory Christiano    

Excellent Biblical account. Well done.


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