THE GOSPEL ARROW
by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
The gospel arrow travels true and straight,
It bends for none, will tarry for none nor wait;
Altars, works, and goodness don’t impress
The God who owns it all, who came to bless.
The truth shines no truer in a crowd,
Nor is God better praised when praise is loud,
A bloodied frenzy does not gain his ear,
As if, without it, he’d refuse to hear.
Our Lord dismissed the throngs, held scribes at bay,
They could not see nor would they follow the Way.
He called them one by one and trained a few,
From them the message went, the gospel grew;
But fervor and love grow cold, and passion burns:
Will Christ find faith on earth when he returns?