The Ant That Wouldn't Dance

The guitar was strumming loudly The voices rang so proudly For to sing unto the Lord is certainly not childly. But the noise was quite disturbing Their open door was most perturbing The distortion throughout Calderwood was nothing but unnerving. I gave in to moral yearning And walked down those halls of learning To the room which held the multitude whose eyes were full of burning. Inside there was a motion Blissful waves upon an ocean Their song filled me with warmth and I could feel their pure devotion. But my books were still awaiting Learned reading and equating As I left, the leader saw me not with eyes of love, but hating. His stare cut short the chord Singing stopped amid discord Then the leader dropped his book and raised his finger like a sword. 'My poor misguided friend Why don't you just come in It's never too late to join us,' he said without a grin. 'Build you house upon a rock Take your place among the flock Leave behind your paper world, we will sing and dance and talk.' While his words were much like gin With great thirst I drank them in How easy it would be to pretend I'd known no sin. But Christ was no pretender We've a duty to remember That our fallen sinful nature was the cause for his surrender. While his blood has paid the fee We were not let off scot-free We must forever beg forgiveness hoping he will grant our plea. And trusting God would make me brave I said, 'You think you've all been saved! But if you ever faced your fears, you all would soon behave.' 'Your group gives off a feeling of security and healing But when you are alone at night, the questions send you reeling.' 'The answers are not hidden their practice not forbidden God grants his wisdom freely, in his Proverbs there its written.' 'I'll not longer rave and rant You may continue with your chant But you might turn out the cricket who begged mercy from an ant.' And before I grew absurd I left with no more word For their silence was assurance I had spoke and they had heard. But ten steps on down the hall I heard the leader's call And the spell which had been broken soon rebuilt its earthly wall. EPILOGUE: So the moral of this story Is to live for God's good glory Never be ashamed if you should doubt and sometimes worry. Now while it's true that this odd rhyme Ought to be for future time To say it's not been said before would surely be a crime.Actually happened to me as a student at Grove City College, PA. The confrontation however was from my imagination.The epilogue is an acrostic. Written September 9th, 2001 © on Feb 18 2002 01:38 PM PST, yes   0 • 12 • 11