Thursday, February 01, 2007

a poem about following Jesus

Thanks Noah for posting this poem . . . WOW!

This poem by Bill McChesney was recently quoted in one of Mark Dever’s recent sermons. Bill McChesney wrote this around 1960 at the age of 25 in the World Evangelization Magazine. The author was a missionary to the Congo in Africa and he was brutally murdered at age 28 along with hundreds of other missionaries.

My Choice
By Bill McChesney

I want my breakfast served at eight
With ham and eggs upon the plate.
A well-broiled steak I'll eat at one
And dine again when day is done.

I want an ultramodern home
And in each room a telephone;
Soft carpets, too, upon the floors
And pretty drapes to grace the doors.
A cozy place of lovely things,
Like easy chairs with inner springs,

And then, I'll get a nice T.V.
- Of course, I'm careful what I see.

I want my wardrobe, too, to be
Of neatest, finest quality,
With latest style in suit and vest
Why should not Christians have the best?

But then the Master I can hear
In no uncertain voice, so clear:
"I bid you come and follow Me,
The lowly Man of Galilee."

"Birds of the air have made their nest
And foxes in their holes find rest,
But I can offer you no bed;
No place have I to lay my head."

In shame I hung my head and cried,
How could I spurn the Crucified?
Could I forget the way He went,
The sleepless nights in prayer He spent?

For forty days without a bite,
Alone He fasted day and night;
Despised, rejected - on He went,
and did not stop till veil He rent!

A man of sorrows and of grief
No earthly friend to bring relief;
"Smitten of God," the prophet said
Mocked, beaten, bruised, His blood ran red.
If He be God, and died for me,
No sacrifice too great can be
For me; a mortal man, to make;
I'll do it all for Jesus' sake.

Yes, I will tread the path He trod,
No other way will please my God,
So, henceforth, this my choice shall be,
My choice for all eternity.

1 comment:

Noah Braymen said...

You know...I'm listening to sermons most of the day...and I'm making copies at the copier and Dever quotes this poem. Oh my, it rocked me. I'm glad it ministered to you too.

Soli Deo Gloria!

In Christ
Noah