THE GREATEST OF ALL

Set your heart on things far above

and not the cares of earth;

for this world don’t give your soul,

but see travail as birth

Have I not said

that the greatest of all

was John the Baptist,

to the world very small

yet he came in the power

of God and the prophet

though never a sign

can any recall

He died in his youth,

a many barely thirty;

he lived in the desert,

haggard and dirty

He ate wild locusts

seasoned with honey,

eschewing the world

and all of its money

No prophet of mine

ever raised himself up

Each one I humbled

to drink from my cup,

the cup of baptism

wherein I baptize

and purge all the dross,

the dead scum of lies

So set your heart on things far above

and fret not over your failures;

Leave the ways of man all alone

and seek your King’s single pleasure.

(c) January 20, 2008

Glenn Hall