100th Post & A Poem

The dawn of a new year is upon us. And conveniently, so is the 100th post of this blog. For about a year and a half now, the Benefield Bookmark has published almost-weekly book reviews (plus the occasional one-off post, like this one), and while the readers are still few, they are slowly increasing. In light of this, a poem I recently wrote seems fitting. I hope that my small blog is able to glorify God and go beyond what I can make it. So enjoy the following poem, which currently has no title.

And Moses answered and said, But, behold, they will not believe me, nor hearken unto my voice: for they will say, The LORD hath not appeared unto thee. And the LORD said unto him, What [is] that in thine hand? And he said, A rod. And he said, Cast it on the ground. And he cast it on the ground, and it became a serpent; and Moses fled from before it.

Exodus 4:1-3

I hear the Savior say to me,
“What is that in thine hand?”
I say, “It’s just a rod, you see,
It will not long withstand.”
But God amidst the fiery bush Still gives me His command
And says, “This rod will stop a king
And rescue Israel’s land.”

The widow held two mites that day;
Her only treasure gave,
Yet with her meager fortune did
The favor of God save.
A mother’s jar of oil—dry;
Soon they would see the grave.
But to God’s prophet went the meal
And oil flowed in waves.

With much or little in my grasp,
I will, to God on high
Give all my earthly treasures, for
His kingdom to apply.
Like Moses’ rod or those two mites
The gift He’ll multiply
And although ‘tis a small offering,
Its reach will never die.

“What is that in thine hand?” He asks
And thus I answer still:
“What little hold I in my hand—
I give it to Your will.”

To all you who have stuck around these 100 posts, my sincere thanks go out to you. With God’s help, 2022 will be another year of book reviews, short stories, and more. And if you’re new, why not check out some of the hundred’s highlights below?

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