In Memory of COVID-19
The end is near, the pundits say,
The plague of death has come our way;
The politicians wring their hands,
Their what to do’s are in all lands.
Scarce help, it seems, from medicine,
From pharmacy, self-discipline,
Or from good wishes, cheerful word,
What folks should say, or should be heard.
Has ever such a thing occurred
Through history’s long and winding past?
’Twas thus and more in God’s own word;
The plagues in Egypt strong and vast.
Blood and frogs and gnats and flies;
Livestock slain and boils and hail,
Death of child, were all just lies?
Through all we read did sin prevail?
No! The Scriptures loud proclaim,
Those of faith were spared and more.
They lived and stood in Yahweh’s Name.
So we, like them, will reach God’s shore.
The Shabbat in Between
The little band that still believed
Saw all their hopes dashed to the ground;
That Friday came on which they’d grieved,
Their King with piercing thorns encrowned.
What now to make of Shabbat Day?
What kind of rest could it afford?
That day that marked Creation’s stay,
The tomb now sealed Creation’s Lord.
But some still came, their hope not gone
That Sunday morning, wracked with pain,
They came ‘ere sun had ris’n at dawn,
And found the Son cruel death had slain.
Eugene H. Merrill
BJU Class of ’57
Dedicated to my beloved brothers and sisters in the faith and in the flesh.
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