There’s a vessel that travels between them,
The very reason we have bookends.
It’s the rise and fall of empire curtains,
That play acts end portend.
We might focus on the tin cans,
Even belittling the length of twine.
But after all it’s this human bridge,
That joins eternity to time.
So, let us review the “poiema”,
His crafted masterpiece;
Because here we find the author’s stroke,
The transitionary/lated key.
First consider Adam,
Reflect well on how he fell;
Ruminate and cogitate, if not,
How brief this tale to tell.
Now travel on to Abraham,
Scene change – created to called
And my how this story develops,
Are you beginning to be enthralled?
From here sail on to Noah,
As if a clearer picture could be;
Painted by our Rembrandt,
The ark, not a better allegory.
So, time and time shown again and again,
Yet weaving added increments.
Our composing, loving Mozart,
Slowly adds new instruments!
However, we’re after the movement of Job.
Things hidden are no longer concealed.
What formerly was, with only Him,
Repeated musical music reveals.
Still some say rotten tomatoes.
The Sin-man-tography on them lost!
Like that foolish plagiarizing producer,
Who supposed the cross was an afterthought.
Yet from the foundation of the script,
Drawn by the counsel pencil of Him;
(Not only the demons reviews were stripped),
Then blood traced darker, giving rise to hymns.
You see, if there was no character building,
No emotional investment made;
How could untraceable wisdom,
Ever hope to be fully displayed.
Now with only one more thing to do,
Having done all things to stand.
Stand and give your ovation,
Stand witnessing this grand plan.
For the curtain shortly will rise again,
Even though your hands are red and tired.
And the morning star soon will take a bow,
The One whom all the nation critics desire.
Job. 10:13; Hag. 2:7; Acts 2:23; Rom. 11:33; Eph. 2:10 6:13; Phil. 4:1; Col. 2:15; 2 Pet. 1:19; Rev. 13:8, 22:16
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