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A BROTHER TAKEN [1]

 Some hours ago the message came,

A tiding rimmed in black.

Death has from our presence taken,

Taken to never more give back,

A brother (family – in Christ – is the same)

And we feel, (Shall I say it?) forsaken.

 

Some hours ago the message came,

A drear tiding trimmed in black,

The scythe of death has laid another,

Found our brother in its track,

Slain him, laid him.  He’ll not be back

 

Some hours ago the message came,

The solemn message of the dead,

These are always given and received with dread,

Sad the duty to deliver, sadder yet to stand and take;

Someone else has gone in sleep, we are still awake.

 

Some hours ago the dreary tiding,

Of death and distance, life and resistance,

Came to sadden home and heart.

Our brother has been taken, He did not awaken.

Death has forced us apart.

 

Death that hideous, unwanted scourge,

Smirk invader, undaunted persuader,

Has plunged us into the dark.

Stolen another husband, father, brother,

Death is brazen, final, cold, stark.

 

But, Death listen!  Listen.

You have an empty shell.  He is now well!

No more will sorrow or pain,

Cause our brother sleepless nights,

O’er trials, problems or slights,

He’s triumphant – these are slain.  – eab, 2/94

Penned while pastoring cowboys in Fall River County, SD.


[1] Steve D (Douglas) Herron d. 2/25/94, a dear brother and my “educational father.” I have missed him a lot!

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I Am was His name when He made the first dame,

To birth and own her own.

And trees’ fruits and flowers were given genetic powers,

To produce exactly what was sown.

 

I Am was His name (and it’s always STILL the same –

– From everlasting, He is God!)

When He anviled the sun and gave it a course to run,

Over earth’s vast sand and sod.

 

I Am was His name when the world of past fame,

Was left desolate of its every, first-born.

And God lead His children out (even those with a pout);

Their cloths never suffered from the thorn.

 

And I Am He still is, in spite of “show biz,”

And Hollywood’s dethronement.

No puny man can e’er assume that glorious throne room,

No, not for a milli-moment.

 

I Am – what a name!  But it really is tame,

For all the Majesty, and Honor, and Might,

Of His eternal Being, so beyond human seeing,

And yet ever lies in faith’s sight.    -eab, 11/94

 

Written while enjoying the pastorate of the Bible Holiness Chapel in (Fall River County) Oelrichs, South Dakota.

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