A Better Covenant
A Poem by Matthew Short
In Yahweh’s own hand, on tablets stone,
His servant Moses prostrate, alone,
To Israel, His chosen foreknow’n.
El-Shaddai, El-Shaddai, El-Shaddai!
Jacob’s golden god at Sinai cast,
Bitter remembrance, forsaken past.
Upon them Moses judgment proscribes:
By force Israel this god imbibes.
Swords of Levi don’t discriminate,
Brothers, family, friends; who desecrate,
Upon Israel effectuate,
Penal verdict of the Potentate.
His rule of rectitude is too high;
The judgment of El-Shaddai is nigh.
Before Him we are consumed by fears,
No mere man can ever dry our tears.
For the naturally guilt-ridden,
And from Holiness like to be hidden,
Unto us, our Maker forgotten,
A Son born, a Child begotten.
Moses the back of God was shown
But at Meriba flawed to his bone.
But our King sits upon His throne!
God the Son! God the Son! God the Son!
The Elect He will not reprobate;
Christ bought our faith and removes our hate.
All the wrath of God did He abate,
His Bride will never repudiate.
His servant Moses prostrate, alone,
To Israel, His chosen foreknow’n.
El-Shaddai, El-Shaddai, El-Shaddai!
Jacob’s golden god at Sinai cast,
Bitter remembrance, forsaken past.
Upon them Moses judgment proscribes:
By force Israel this god imbibes.
Swords of Levi don’t discriminate,
Brothers, family, friends; who desecrate,
Upon Israel effectuate,
Penal verdict of the Potentate.
His rule of rectitude is too high;
The judgment of El-Shaddai is nigh.
Before Him we are consumed by fears,
No mere man can ever dry our tears.
For the naturally guilt-ridden,
And from Holiness like to be hidden,
Unto us, our Maker forgotten,
A Son born, a Child begotten.
Moses the back of God was shown
But at Meriba flawed to his bone.
But our King sits upon His throne!
God the Son! God the Son! God the Son!
The Elect He will not reprobate;
Christ bought our faith and removes our hate.
All the wrath of God did He abate,
His Bride will never repudiate.
