Jonah Poem by Joshua Emeka Osu

How did Jonah fare
In the whale's belly there?
For though we feel he was in a clean prison cell
We forget that a whale's belly is but tissues and cells


Gut instincts got him apraying
The gut of a fish, perfect stage for travailing
For as the whale ate 'nd ate he did bathe
In the tiny ocean of blood and death


Jonah's God seemed to answer on day three
Jehovah set him every whit free
A runaway missionary turned repentant sinner
In a few days Nineveh would have no sinners


For he did cry, 'Yet forty days'
Royalty, nobility and mediocrity heard, ' Yet forty days'
With wailing faces black as sooth, and dry dusty skins
They got their revival, saved from every of their sins


And God took pity on His creation
To teach Jonah His love and compassion
And that His tender mercies know no boundaries
Friend, bow in prayer, lay on Him your worries