☼Annie- ☼
Tricks bring me,- Mama, and all- else joy! | 
 | | Barked: Tue May 19, '09 10:11am PST |  | |  | | A poem for you
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“Who is he?” asked the servant girl with old rags and knotted hair.
“I don’t know,” answered the peasant with wrips in his clothing here and there.
“Could he be someone special?” she questioned. “He’s just a Nazarine!”
“How should I know,” answered the man once more who’s tone was slightly mean.
“Don’t you go following him, young girl! He doesn’t worship as we!”
“But he bids good tidings to one and all, even as he walked past me…
Sir, I wished to be freed from this servant work and follow him always!!
How may I do that? And, oh! If my master hears of my strays…”
“Oh, then go! I’ll hear nothing more! He’s headed for the market now…
I’m sure your master has work for you towards that way,” he said with a leaving bow.
“Oh! A marvelous idea,” she exclaimed. “Thanks so much, kind sir!
I’ll just go ask my mistress if she needs new ingredients for her soup to stir!”
The girl walked in and curtsied swiftly, then walked to her mistress’ side.
“Ma’am, I wish to go to the market today. On the donkey, may I ride?”
The lady stared her in the eye and whispered in her ear.
“Dear girl, I know your reason to go, but to the other room. Others may not hear!”
They walked casually to the other room where the fire was burning sweet.
“Girl, I know why you wish to go, and I wish Him to as well to meet.
Girl! I watched you with that peasant talk and you stare into His kind eyes.
And as I was you I knew that there is something that only He tries!”
The lady looked away in shame as tears just poured down.
“He knows happiness, Servant Girl! While we just sit back and frown.
Oh, girl! I wish I never married and stayed home all day.
For the man I have is but a slave owner who drives all kindness away!”
I need someone who will love me, though I have those who don’t!
I long for He that will care for me while even my husband won’t!
Dear girl, be glad for I have set you free!
Your faith is all you need for you to be glad and happy!
“Oh, Mistress! I must live here. I have no where else to stay.
I just wanted to see him and to talk to him today.”
“So you’ll come back after the cruelty you’ve suffered here?
After the constant learning beatings and the lack of food each year?
“Girl, I know that you mean very well when you wish to visit Him but return.
I know there is a longing in you, that you’re like this fern.”
The mistress pointed to across the room at a plant in a glass vase.
“You’re like the pot on that fern that keeps it right in place.
“You see that it would be lovely to go towards the window for light.
However, you find it hard to move and do not hold a fight.
Dear girl! You must be moved by me. For I’m the only one with the power.
Though, I must add, you’re not a boring fern. To Him, you’re a beautiful flower.
“Go now, my daughter and soon visit once more.
I do wish to hear of your triumphant soar!”
“Mistress,” she said fighting back the tears.
“I’ll tell the master the good you’ve done to me in all these years.”
After a closing curtsy and a whisper, “Good-bye!”
The girl went to her room and with a sigh
Collected her few things and loaded them in a small sack
In hopes that was everything she needed was in the pack.
She snuck out the opened window of her cozy little room
And went out to the road looking back in gloom.
She saw the mistress, still in the fire-lit place.
And after another good-bye, the girl left without a trace.
She jogged down the road with people giving constant stares.
The girl then approached the man that cares.
He didn’t go far down the road in that time
So to see over the crowd, a nearby pig-pen she’d climb.
Once she was at the top, his kind face kept looking ‘round.
To avoid any trouble, the girl looked at the ground.
The man walked over toward her and toward the shaded area nearby.
He reached down and picked up the lamb that was underneath and shy.
“ ‘Tis mine!” cried a man from the crowd who’d been chasing it for days.
“It just won’t come and is stubborn in all it’s ways!
Slay it for your glory, dear Jesus, slay it today!
There is no point in paying for all the useless food and hay!”
“Oh, sir. If you wish to take it and kill it now,
I’d like to ask you one quick question that will prove to me how
You could look over an animal, one small and not of worth
Wouldn’t it be better if God just looked over you at birth?
“No!” answered the man. “Of course not, and why
Could you even ask a question so high!
I don’t believe you’re the god I know and love
I’ll just wait for my god from above!
“Surely, as we speak this day,
You will not be shown the way
To Heaven above with your tone-filled voice.
I don’t believe I have a choice.”
Just then the girl looked at the tone-filled man
And realized it was the peasant. He’d been used in God’ perfect plan!
Without enough time to connect all she’d felt
Jesus walked over with the lamb clinging to his belt.
He handed it over and said looking her in the eye.
“Dear girl, I remember you. The servant girl, small and shy.”
“Won’t you tell the crowd why you’re here today?” questioned the man
“I believe that the ‘Lord’ here thinks that you’re a part of his good plan!”
Jesus walked to the man once more and said,
“Everyone’s a plan. Even those live and dead.
God can use anyone for his glorious name
It doesn’t require fortune or fame.
“As long as you believe in Me and My Word,
It’s like the Gospel for the rest of your life is heard.
It just takes believing like this little girl
And following like her and the rest of the world.
“Though some keep it silent and others make it known,
It’s important to know that if in Me you’ve grown
You’ve pleased my Father in Heaven above
And fill me with peace and love.”
The girl looked up into this adoring eyes
As He walked over to her while the cratled lambe cries.
He placed it in her arms with careful care.
“I’ll see you in Heaven,” He spoke while she just stared.
The girl returned to her Master’s place
Where she lived with the lamb she’d received by grace.
It may not make sense, but the girl knew now
That God showed her His grace through this so that she’d know
That he loves her more then anything else.
And also that He gave himself.
In the next weeks the girl asked the mistress. “Do you know what to do to be saved?”
And she answered, “I suppose if I dress my best and am very well behaved.”
“Mistress, do you remember telling me, ‘Your faith has set you free’?
Well it’s true just believe and you can be happy!”
She thought for a moment, more tears streaming away.
I do not wish for leaving my home, but for here to stay.
I also don’t wish for my husband to hear, for to me he would kill.
I do not wish to be running from him or to be silent in his present or still.
“Girl, it’s too much work for me. I don’t wish for all of that!”
“Mistress, just believe and pray,” said the girl as she sat.
“God wants you in his kingdom. To live in paradise always.
All He asks is that you make him known and give to you his praise.”
That night the mistress excepted Christ and was as happy as could be.
Just because of a peasant, a lamb, and restoration from He. |  |  | |  |
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