Three Hebrews And The King Poem by Ezekiel Haruna

Thorough fire
Thorough height
The king made them
The king made them

The golden image the king has made
For it the sounds of horns and trumpets
He that hear and did not bow
For him the fire and the flame

Thorough fire
Thorough flame
Rosy wrath of a lifeless height
But the king made it
the king made it

Faces pale from the rage of flames
The king made it, who dare not bow?
Three Hebrews too in the crowd
Then the trumpets sounded
And the music dropped

Three youngsters that have no defect
In health of body and strength of faith
'O king' they said without the fear
'we shall not bow to or serve thy god! '
Thorough fire
Lethal flame
knees lowered and faces bowed
But the three bowed not
they did bow not

Thorough fire
Raging coal
The king followed too in the rage
Into the fire and the flames
The king threw them
The king threw them

Thorough fire
Vicious flame
Awful wrath of a golden height
But the three burnt not
They did burn not

The king- great king, confessed he stood
Three he threw, now four he see
The three burn not, the fourth burn

'Praise be to the God of the three' he said 'not mine, but He is the Most High God! '