Strolling by the Red Sea, I arrived just in time
Something kicked off
No reason or rhyme
A preponderance of people
Were stood by the edge
All getting ready
To jump off the ledge

Curiosity grilled the fat, so I pushed to the front
I found this strange bloke
I said ‘can I be blunt
May I ask you a question
Promise to be quick
Please, where are you pointing
That, ‘poxy old stick ?’

He turned and he gasped and his eyes opened wide
And he gave me this look
And then he replied
‘My name is Moses
Remember the basket
If we don’t move soon
I’ll be in a casket

There are chariots and horses coming over the hill
With strange nasty men
Carrying spears that will kill
So I quietly asked God
For a quick rescue plan’
Then he said ‘Moses
Be patient my man

Just take a stick and go wave at the waves
And your enemies will meet
Their watery graves’
‘I’ve always been patient
With answers to prayer
But He better be quickCos they’re just over there’

You read the story a hundred times I bet
Moses escaped
The others got wet
His companions sang
A victorious song
Pointing in the sea
Where they did belong

Pharaoh no more
Egypt no more
Slavery no more
Suffering no more………….

I’ve got so many questions, concerning my Bible Reading Genesis 6
I’m afraid that I’m liable….
….to look for some answers
So I go off again
To some barren place
That’s crying for rain

I spy a huge boat, man it smells like a zoo
Standing and waiting
So shiny and new
This old bearded bloke
Just wanders around
Looking up at the sky
With his ship well aground

My inquisitive mind could bear it no more
‘Excuse me my friend
While you’re still ashore
May I ask you a question
I know I’m naïve
But how is this vessel
Intending to leave ?’

This ancient old geezer, considered my word
‘My name is Noah
Haven’t you heard
For 120 years
I’ve taken such stick
People passed by and….
….told me I’m thick

But I don’t give a monkeys what anyone did say
God gave me a job
I said ‘God, that’s okay
A boat with some livestock
That’s alright with me
And so I began….
….my obediencey

As you see, all is now finished, the animals inside
So now I’ve asked God
For an incoming tide
Just something to move us
Do a few knots
The silence is deafening
But He calls the shots’

I asked him for patience, it’s His plan not mine
He’ll do His own bit
In his own time’
‘Farewell’ I bade Noah
‘I hope it rains soon
Send in the clouds
Should now be your tune !’

There’s so many characters in the good book
I’ve so many questions
So let’s take a look
Or should I say, Luke
In chapter 18
A bigger commotion
There never has been

I’ve got my eye on this bloke in a tree
Best go and join him
Best climb carefully
Best get a move onUp this sycamore
Up clear of the pushing
Down there on the floor

As I shared his branch, along he did lurch
Seems he didn’t want me
Up here on his perch
‘Good morning’ I offered
We have a great view
I presume Jesus will come
In a minute or two

The uneasy man said ‘my name is Zak
People normally swear and….
….cuss at my back
I ain’t got no friends
I just collect money
For me life is simply
Cash, milk and honey

Wow, a mini confession we have here I thought
This bloke’s on a mission
A desperate sort
So in I jumped
With my famous line
‘May I ask you a question
Can you give me a sign

Please tell me what moved you, to come here today?
Amongst all your neighbours
Who I can hear say
What an odious reptile
You seem to have been
How d’you feel inside
Tell me what they mean ?

A tear then escaped from Zachaeus’s eye
Amidst all the noise
He began to cry
‘I’m tired of the pain
Gathering here in my heart
I’m tired of being me
I need a new start

I couldn’t hear him then cos Jesus came round
Zak cheered like the rest
And returned to the ground….
…served tea back in his house
You know all the rest
Just shows what can happen
When you talk to the best

My travelling days have ceased, no questions for a while
The biggest question is for me
Will I always smile
Will I always be honest ’bout
What’s gathering in my heart
Let it be praise and worship
Let me play my part

Let me take my sling and fight
Let me fish all through the night
Push the stone away with all my might
Have patience, when God seems out of sight
Better ask myself those questions

© 2015 John M Sterry