SHOW ME
 
"Boil it all down,"
cried the fiery old drunk,
"to deeds I can un'erstan'.
Make it make sense
like a proverb of old,
like the words of a mystical man.
 
"Throw out the garbage,
theology's pap,
man's wisdom leavened with sin.
Give me the pure
milk of of God's Word
and clean this old heart within.
 
"Show me the love
you said would be mine
if I followed in all of your ways.
Show me, don't tell me,"
the drunkard complained,
"I've heard it near all of my days."
 
by Zedek (c) 12/6/03