Sticks and stones and
donkey bones
Pots of water, manna in the
sky,
Quails on the wing and pigs
on the fly
Josh’s long day, a little
bit of spit and a handful of clay
A den of lions, a furnace
of fire,
A rooster’s bold crowing
and an angelic choir
A floating axe head and a
cripple carrying his bed
A star in the east, a
Babylonian feast,
With writing on the wall,
and Jericho’s fall
Rough wood and some nails,
a cat o’ nine tails
A rock hewn tomb, merely a
borrowed room
God seems to joy in
deploying small stuff
Unexpectedly used as
diamonds in the rough
But as I reflect, I realize
the unusual choice
God used even me as His
heart, His hand, His voice
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