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TRUST JESUS TODAY
Greetings! Greetings! Tidings to thee
From the young maiden, Rhapsody.
From whence where I hail—
A far away place—
I bring you a tale
Of sorrow and grace.
So hearken; lend your time to me
That I may share this glad story…
In snow-filled lands, there lived a knight
Of courage bold and virtue bright.
Through battle and woe
He would not dare fail;
He had not a foe
Who’d ne’er come to wail.
Always loyal and in the right,
Good fortune graced him—‘til that night…
Beasts of wind were hunting for prey,
Howling, growling, through night and day.
They tore through the town
In search of their feast,
And terror rained down
Upon great and least.
None knew what to do, what to say,
To make the wretches go away.
Yet on that eve, the knight stood strong
To rid the land of this new wrong.
Their masses were great—
Too numerous to name—
But he did not wait
Before taking aim.
With his sword he slashed at the throng,
Hoping they would fall before long.
But soon his might was not enough,
For Vitium charged with a huff.
He was the strongest
And could ne’er be slain.
This fight was longest,
Yet ended in vain.
Our knight weakened—the beast too tough—
So the horde he could not rebuff.
With fang and claw they tore his heart
Until the warmth of it had dart.
Content with their deed,
The foul beasts then left,
For they did succeed
In causing a cleft:
Warmth-deprived, his heart fell apart,
‘Til he felt he had to depart.
So to the mountain high he went,
To be alone with his torment.
For all he had done,
His own fate looked grim;
It seemed there were none
Who now could save him.
To melt his heart of ice it meant
That one must break the knight’s lament.
But finally there came a time
For Heaven to repair this crime.
On one lonely eve,
A young girl strayed in,
And tugged on his sleeve,
And gave a shy grin.
In her eyes was something sublime—
No words passed, but his heart did chime.
Through the week, he cared for the child,
‘Til she cleansed him of all he riled.
Then once he was healed,
She went on her way,
And her eyes revealed
That her name was—Pray.
The knight’s heart leapt, his mind beguiled,
As he started back home and smiled.
And so, this tale ends well indeed.
I think, perhaps, it fills a need.
While just a story,
It still holds some truth.
(Though, it lacks glory;
Its form is uncouth.)
Yet even if you do not heed,
I hope it was a worthwhile read.
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