"...I have no pleasure in you saith the Lord of Hosts..." -Malachi 1:10. A poem by David Legge
"I find it in bird song,
The droplet of dew,
The spectrum of rainbow,
The evening's soft hue,
The morning's cool crispness,
All nature's praise new -
But My Divine heart
Has no pleasure in you.
Your prayers are so empty,
Your eyes are so dry,
The heart your breast carries
Can but give a sigh.
Your gifts are all tarnished
As if you don't try
To raise your affections
From the earth to the sky.
Enoch who walked with Me,
He always knew
What it was to bring joy
To the heart of the True.
And Jesus My Son,
Whom I slew for you,
Was the perfect example
Of what I find in the few".
"Oh Lord of the Churches,
Oh Faithful and True,
Eject not my witness
In Thy holy spew,
But in Thy great mercy,
Make me anew -
Lord, make me an object
Of pleasure to You".
Copyright 2005, by David Legge