In Ezra’s Time

It is good that I am here

More than just a house of stone

Place of rest in Israel’s God

God of all the earth alone.

They had come from Persian lords

Pleased to worship as they might

Weeping as the chains were lost

Seventy years in exile’s night.

I had come from down the street

Passing oft’ this site of shame

Broken stones where once the Lord

Dwelt as children praised His name.

But I had no part in Him

Trapped in mire of heathen rites

Brutish as each child was slain

Basking in lascivious lights.

Something grabbed me, I confess

Gave me right thoughts of the Jew

Saw their heroes, heard their songs

Pulled me to the clean and true.

I have blood from other streams

But that does not bar the path

Share their worship, dream their dreams

Sheltered from Jehovah’s wrath.

Ezra 6:

21 And the children of Israel, which were come again out of captivity, and all such as had separated themselves unto them from the filthiness of the heathen of the land, to seek the Lord God of Israel, did eat,

22 And kept the feast of unleavened bread seven days with joy: for the Lord had made them joyful, and turned the heart of the king of Assyria unto them, to strengthen their hands in the work of the house of God, the God of Israel.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario


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