Title: Foolish Trader

Author: Lauren A.M. (Jedi Scooter)

Rating: PG

Summary: Inspired by KSBJ (local radio) and a challenge from a friend

Disclaimer: Its all mine today; and everything of mine is Christ's.

Feedback: Please do

Dedication: To the Lord, who this poem is about. And to Roxy, that little bugger who challenge me to do this. Ha ha, I win again-lol-

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"Foolish Trader"

Upon an altar You spread Your wares,

Fragile treasures unmarred with tears,

Such rare worth laid upon crumbling stone,

Yet, knowing their value, You left them alone

With hesitance did I approach the deserted pyre,

My dirty fingers fumbling to ward off the fire,

My hands reaching out not only to touch,

But to steal away the wealth in evening's hush

Yet I left my own 'treasure' upon the rock,

A few tarnished bits meant only to mock,

And suddenly then did You come back to see,

Who had so tried to exchange Your majesty

Mine eyes then did know something of grace,

When I chanced to partake of Your beaming face,

I thought, 'How could You pleased with me?'

Was Your open delight but a mockery?

When I turned to run Your made no pursuit,

Instead, You closed my hands about the loot,

And shared with me a look of pure joy,

To which I responded, intentionally coy:

"Dear Sir, where is Your haughty wealth now?

Have you not thrown Your pearls before a sow?

Look now upon Your riches and You will find,

In all You've given, You've been far too kind,

"For Your Great Strength, I've given you Fear,

No more may you seek your Courage here,

And what for your Knowledge? Gone is that too,

Surely the look of glee will not be found in You,

"For a Bold Spirit, You now own a Dead Soul,

And for an Empty Life, I've gained one that is Whole,"

Not understanding Your gift, I said this all in spite,

The contents of my hands gave me new reason to fight

Yet too soon I saw in my own complexion,

A look upon it that inspired profound reflection,

And when I looked again to the battlefield,

It was not You I fought, but to You did I yield

The one who had dared ensnare me so before,

The Evil Beast, from my life recoiled into lore,

With You at my side, bells of triumph did ring,

Just a Foolish Trader once, I now recognized you:

Christ, my King