Jonah Poem by Hm. Nes

Jonah



The Lord God said to Jonah:
Go to Ninevah and preach!
Tell those nasty Philistines that I'm a comin' to clean their streets.
You can tell ‘em I'm fed up with their lies, and
You can tell ‘em they're all about to die!
And you're the one that's gotta tell ‘em, Jonah,
‘Cause I've decided that you're my guy,
Not because you're somebody special
Or because you look good in a tan,
Not because you're made of honey
Or because your mom's a fan,
Not because I can't do it all by myself
Or because there's no one else to send,
But just because I picked you to do it, Jonah;
Now go and tell those bums: It's the end!
It's the end of all their shenanigans,
The end of all their so-called fun.
I bought my ticket on the next train to Ninevah,
And they've got no place to run.
I plan to stay in every hostel, in every palace room and hall.
I'll bunk down at the Johnson's and spend two weekends at the mall.
I'll be with you, Jonah, when you tell them that these are their final days,
And it's time we left to get there, Jonah…
Jonah…
Jonah…

Jonah pretended that he didn't hear the Lord,
Jumped a ship that took him far away,
Far away from those nasty Philistines
And the things God had told him to say,
But God was on that boat to Tarshish,
And God was in that big ole fish.
God was on that beach when the whale puked Jonah out,
Then served him up like a dish,
A dish of putrid, filthy, leftovers
That showed Ninevah just how bad God was ticked,
And that God was about to rid the world of every miserable Philistine prick.

But then a strange response took place that day,
The day that Jonah finally started to preach:
The Ninevites suddenly repented,
Came out of hiding and took to the streets.
They begged God to give them a second chance;
They promised to turn from all their wicked ways.
Then God agreed to let them live, and God repented himself that day,

The day the Philistines became a people of God,
The day that Ninevah became God's own,
The day that Jonah sat down outside of town
And only thought of himself and a worm,
A worm that ate the only thing Jonah cared for in all the world besides himself,
A nasty worm that came from nowhere, although it seemed to come from hell.
But the Lord had sent the worm, and a nasty heat, and a scorching wind,
Just to teach poor Jonah a lesson about God's heart toward stubborn men,
And how God loves the smallest of things, like a plant that gives a bit of shade
Or a fat old cow, or more importantly a child that he himself has made.

Saturday, September 1, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: bible,mercy
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