Receive, as if from mine own mouth

I chose for them a watchman
A seer upon the tower
Then man became infected
And pride did make him sour

I built a brilliant lighthouse
A beacon in the dark
But this has been rejected
Just as Noah and his Ark

I sent the world a Savior
My hope, My Son, The Way
But man became offended
And took his life away

I called the holy prophets
To make my will be known
And man thinks this an insult
Then casts rebellious stones

Have all been so corrupted?
Do all reject my plan?
When I offer it extended
Will any take my hand?

I will thank thee Father
For that prophet and that seer
Whose words with the angelic tone
Do make the path as clear

I will praise thy name, Oh God
And with humble heart obey
All that thy chosen vessels
To thy children do convey

Do not think it blind obedience
Do not give it ignorance’s name
For in me the fire of the covenant
Burns with unquenchable flame

I will kneel before thy altar
I will ever Thy name confess
I will drink of living waters
I will call thy servants blessed
Ben Arkell
Oct 16, 2008


  1. Great poem. It's been a long time.

  2. I really, really like it! Please tell me you're sending these in to the Church magazines. . . . You have a real talent for poetry--keep at it!

    How's the book coming? Someone recommended a book to me at the SCBWI conference (in August): Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting, by Robert McKee. Even though it says it's for screenwriters it's really for anyone who loves to write--I've learned a TON from it!

    Will you let me read some of your book? Whenever you're ready, I'd love to!