The Stone

A meditation poem I wrote based on the story of Jesus' temptation in Luke Chapter Four.

Forgive me, Lord, that e’er would I have been
The token Satan used to tempt Thy sin;
When Thou, as we, were starved from lack of bread,
And wandered seeking help, and nearly dead.
I would my rocky steps had taken Thee
To earthly power Man so longed to see.
I would my face had caught Thy precious heel
When from the temple roof I saw Thee reel.

But no—

For I am but a tool in Satan’s hands
To tempt away my Lord from God’s great plans.
Use me, instead, in ways that Thou deem fit,
By me show Man the grace that’s freely writ;
Make my hard heart an anvil of Thy might.
Hammer there a tool to guide Man right,
Or plant me as a cornerstone so meek
To gird an altar sinners long to seek,
Or let me lie here ages, day and night,
And wait, and pray, and wonder at Thy might.