As loyal as a middle-man,
He had more than one fan,
Did he have more than one Master?
A questionable ambassador,
They called him the good monster.
She was as delicate as blueberry cheesecake,
His dear brother’s child,
She loved tagging along
with the Army,
Just a child.
The good monster
He watched that motley bunch,
Children from tribes, tongues and nations,
Eating biscuits their Lord had provided.
He had been lazy,
And had missed out on rations that morning,
And now there were bigger things to do,
But he was hungry,
in spirit and in tummy.
He rummaged down the little hall,
packed with the army gathering,
He hoped no one noticed him.
But no one knew his need.
Or so he thought until,
On the floor lay some biscuits,
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The good monster looked around,
Surely the little girl left behind this!
The child was oblivious
of the hunger of his,
But their Lord knew it all.
The monster picked the biscuits,
While some of his family looked on curiously,
He looked up, munched it down and
Thanked the Lord for His provision.
His heart was now an engine
of amazement & gratitude,
He had thought,
that God cared not
for those who had been monsters.
And here was His grace,
in emulsifier and wheat flour.
When he had forgotten grace,
the good monster had
forgotten to remain a child,
May we never forget that
unless we turn from our selfish wrongs
and be unto the Lord like little ones,
we shall not enter His kingdom,
nor relish the love of Him,
who reserves biscuits for His monsters.
About that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?”
Jesus called a little child to him and put the child among them. Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.”
Matt 18: 1-3, NLT