Deut 32:13 KJV "He made him ride on the high places of the earth, that he might eat the increase of the fields; and he made him to suck honey out of the rock, and oil out of the flinty rock;"
In the street there is a Merchant, who sells only honeycomb
He knows not how, that it’s pods of gold, were made upon a mold
The deed is struck, and smiles are made, and green it fills the air
And the merchants hands, they are sticky, unjust scales his heart does bear
The Bee, he goes about his work, never ending, buzzing rhyme
He makes the shape, and drops the gold, to hold his future kind
But his rhythm, interupted, by a hand that takes the prize
And sells it like it was his own, gives no thanks, and buys more lies
In the hands of the God, the universe, HE made the Merchant and the Bee
You’ll get little thanks, oh little one, self righteous though he seems
But I made him in my image so there’s love somewhere inside
And I squeeze it from him, when I can, tears balance out his pride
So the Merchant, and the Bee, and tears, with wisdom were they made
God knew them all, in His great hive, each comb was sweetly laid
But with good there was the bitter, reddened tears made gold, did shine
GOD’s only SON would save them all, death’s sting, made honey wine
Like from the comb, the honey falls from their eyes, oh now and then
It’s the tool I use, to melt their hearts, drips down, reminding them
To take my hand, life’s not all work, though sometimes, it seems cruel
But God can move a Merchant’s heart, fly a bee, and flow tears too
All Glory and Honour is Yours Almighty Father through your Son, JESUS CHRIST!
In the street there is a Merchant, who sells only honeycomb
He knows not how, that it’s pods of gold, were made upon a mold
The deed is struck, and smiles are made, and green it fills the air
And the merchants hands, they are sticky, unjust scales his heart does bear
The Bee, he goes about his work, never ending, buzzing rhyme
He makes the shape, and drops the gold, to hold his future kind
But his rhythm, interupted, by a hand that takes the prize
And sells it like it was his own, gives no thanks, and buys more lies
In the hands of the God, the universe, HE made the Merchant and the Bee
You’ll get little thanks, oh little one, self righteous though he seems
But I made him in my image so there’s love somewhere inside
And I squeeze it from him, when I can, tears balance out his pride
So the Merchant, and the Bee, and tears, with wisdom were they made
God knew them all, in His great hive, each comb was sweetly laid
But with good there was the bitter, reddened tears made gold, did shine
GOD’s only SON would save them all, death’s sting, made honey wine
Like from the comb, the honey falls from their eyes, oh now and then
It’s the tool I use, to melt their hearts, drips down, reminding them
To take my hand, life’s not all work, though sometimes, it seems cruel
But God can move a Merchant’s heart, fly a bee, and flow tears too
All Glory and Honour is Yours Almighty Father through your Son, JESUS CHRIST!
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