Hot in pursuit of great reward and daydreaming
about a life of riches and wealth,
Oblivious of the wrath hanging overhead,
Blind to the danger of his mission,
And riding furiously towards his death.
He was a seer yet blind to his fate
A man of understanding, sought out by all and
sundry, yet unable to understand the mind of God
A man that saw the future of others yet ignorant of
his impending doom
A man of wisdom, but acting in folly
Feigning obedience he acted in disobedience
Having a form of godliness but disdaining the God
of holiness
Bowing down in holy worship, his heart was lifted
up to vanities
Professing submission, he displayed rebellion
Twice rescued, yet twice adamant
Twice shown mercy and yet twice hell bent on
perdition
Twice saved and twice as cruel
Twice warned but twice mulish
Then the mule became the wise and the sage the
mule
The dumb spoke to dumbfound the unruly
The driven became the driver
And stupidity corrected wisdom
Grace became a voice
The donkey a vessel
The veil was lifted
Vision was accorded the erring
Three times warned
Three times unyielding
Three times defiant…..
He that is oft corrected and hardens his heart
Shall suddenly be destroyed and that without
remedy.
From the bosom of Beor
From the loins of Balaam
From the palace of Beelzebub
Arise a generation, bent on destruction
Rising early to meet greed
Running tirelessly after riches and wealth
Retiring to the bed of covetousness and discontent
Resisting grace and correction….
I am Balaam, set in my own ways
I am Balaam, steeped in self deceit
I am Balaam, sorry for my deeds
I am Balaam, a ballad and a by-word.
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