The aging prophet, gray, and a little disheveled;
Slowed perceptively in the pace of his words:
There were murmurs; and an uneasy grumbling;
Haltingly; purposefully, he lowered his head,
And slumped his shoulders in prayerful resignation.
The message is given: a true and faithful account,
Yet few there were who would give it acceptance:
"Who hath believed our report?" he prayed.
For he knew; the awesome loftiness of the mystery,
Would require a faith only the few could receive.
Most would recon it folly, exceeding all capacities.
"But that He had done so many miracles before them,
Yet they believed not on Him:
That the saying of Isaiah the prophet might be
Fulfilled, which he spake,
Lord, who hath believed our report?
And to whom hath the Arm of the Lord been revealed?"
The Power of God, and His plan unto salvation,
Be hidden in plain sight from the generality of men:
Though externally clear and visible to all,
Yet not internally revealed and made known.
"And to whom is the Arm of the Lord revealed?"
It is written that all are called unto salvation;
Even so, the external voice is of no avail to most.
The sagacity of their own mischievous understandings,
Cannot attain, or even ascertain the promise:
For none come to Him save by epiphany of the Spirit,
Whereby the secret of Messiah is revealed.
"For many are called, but few are chosen."
"But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood,
An holy nation, a peculiar people;
That ye should show forth the promise of Him
Who hath called you out of darkness,
Into His marvelous Light."
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