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Man vs. God? No Contest!
by Deborah Thomas (Age: 48)
copyright 09-30-2006


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
A Speech


Tonight I chose to wrestle prose and verse, to reason mankind’s right to Earth, despite God’s own choice of season.

Mind bent on words from His own text to prove the point, to plead and beg no man should move from Earth where he’d been placed.
But in the hour reading scripture, I had not words, nor will, nor power to disagree with Father God, to dispute His own decision.
I have been granted blessed faith to trust the vision He has laid for us from dust to mankind built.
A woman shall not argue God the course He wilt, nor to pause, reflect, her mortal place upon the Earth, much less the fate of human race in Contest Verse.
A jester in the courts? Perhaps to bring a laugh; But dare I alone find words to speak mankind’s behalf?
If only we could see the end of what intended us by Him, for His Own Son to Earth descended.
This alone should make us trust that whatever He commands we must strive, endure to reach our fruit, our land.
To eat and live, move rock and plow, to build a home the wind blows down? To have not gild or golden gown?
I will not speak of staying here to spend eternity distraught while flowers fade as winter nears.
I long for perfect garden homes, where paths of gold and jasper stones wind peacefully beyond the fated Cross foretold.
To leave behind the pain of flesh and woes of broken hearted rhyme; refreshed with harp and prose, sung above by angels washed in white.
No words describe the ugly pride, to think on Earth I will reside, voicing smug my reason over God's own choice of season.
The crown and robe that I will gain by once laying down my pen, refrained from self anointed purpose.
The points I’ll pass will turn to dust, though faith I’ll keep awhile.

Now here I close, knowing from the start, I will not follow rules of art to argue God’s own quill.
No contest task accomplished here, for fear in me abides.
On this, my final note I’ll close. Let God decide mankind’s abode!


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02-24-2007 Jack Curson    

Debra,

I absolutely love this, hitting home to my very thoughts, written many like to this in my head never to reach paper. This is wonderful expression and I am glad you shared this piece with us. It is appreciated.

Jack


01-29-2007 Jeniffer Brand    

That was totally awesome! Very well done!!!!!


12-12-2006 Regina Pate    

What are you doing, reading my mind, I don't like you anymore you are making it really hard to stay mad at you. Just kidding. So what contest? I dont get it any way great write, good job, thanks,

Regina


10-13-2006 Roger Crique    

Jesus, you're good! I find this to be very difficult to read, but so pleasant to the heart, for you have raised a few questions indeed and the maker has decided to let us think and come to our own conclusions, but since I believe that God knows best, I must conclude that all be well, where ever we may rest. I said difficult to read because the structure in which it is written lends to it. But I must also say that there is so much beauty to its fluidity. It rolls swiftly off the tongue. I think I need to read it again and again for another jolt!


10-04-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

God's will be thine,, and mine, so it is, so it shall always be, whether we like it or not.
We love to think it is our free will that moves us, but our free will is limited to that which God does permit. I wanted to enter this contest, but I could not find a rational reason for us to be spared. According to our own ideals we probably should not, and I am not so privileged to know God's ideals.

Your writing was good philosophy, and I agree with it. It was also good writing.

Thank You,

Rich


10-03-2006 Walter Jones    

Smiles and more, lovely write, and more..
Walt


10-02-2006 David Pekrul    

I do believe my sentiments are more with your view than mine. I wrote my view only because it was requested as part of the contest, but I think yours is much closer to the truth of the matter.
Well done, but I wish yours had been in the contest.


09-30-2006 Deborah Thomas    

for a contest... and yet, not!


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