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The Lowly Pawn
by Kristi Peifer The Master, wise, benevolent, Gazed down upon the patterned plot, As all creation gathered there The time had come to face their lot. Assembling on the checkered paths Were those of rank, renown and brawn. Amongst them, small and sallow yet There stood I, the lowly pawn. Not much had I to bring in way of service To my Sovereign. The best that I could offer Him, Myself, He took upon Him. He knew my shadowed history. He knew the faults I brought. And yet, He cleansed me from my stains And with His blood, my ardor bought! Armed only with His promise, And a tattered, worn-down sword, I stood ready on the front lines, Prepared to die to serve my Lord! The darkened foe, both swift and sly Summoned throngs from deep below And squandering not one moment more, Cutlass brandished, struck his blow! One stroke of sin had staggered us! The evil one took in the sight. He chortled as he relished Just how easily he'd won the fight. The Rook, declaring victory, Prepared to claim his sway, Unaware of death's defeat Declared by God on time's first day! In the final moments of the match The Rook stood shocked as sin was felled! No sting would come from death's checkmate "You're home, my child! You have done well." For when the game of life is o'er And dust to dust, our flesh shall wane, The game's objective has been won To live is Christ, to die is gain!* (* Reference to Philippians 1:21, NIV) Copyright Kristi Peifer, 2011. I am a pastor's wife, the mother of two special needs children, a performer, and a lover of all things funny. My sincerest desires are to glorify Jesus Christ and to make someone laugh--preferably at the same time. Visit me at www.neverkissatoaster.blogspot.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |