WHO doubts how Avarice can be Plaine & right-downe Idolatrie, Neither thy Story, @3Judas,@1 knows nor Thee. He knows not how a little poore Silver mov'd thy Devotion more Then He, whom Men & Angells all adore. @3JESUS@1 the Crowne of Heavn & Earth, From whom all Glory takes its birth, To thy Idolatrous Heart seems little worth: Worth lesse then is ye meanest Wight; For @3Moses@1 sure hath settled right The price of Man in his Creators sight. God never priz'd a Man so low As thirty silver Peeces, though He were as wretched & as vile as Thou. And yet canst Thou thy God & Lord At a farr lower price afford Then He has valued Thee at in his Word. And Chapmen Thou canst easily find Resolv'd to traffique to thy minde With ready money, & are all combinde, Combinde to gaine this Prize; since they Gods House to Trading did betray, Him too among ye Wares account they may. Unhappy Wretch, Thou dost to day Not thy own God alone betray, But thy despairing Selfe Thou sell'st away. For JESUS still though sold so cheap, Is worth a World: all his poor Sheep Shall still from Him a full Redemption reap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 39, VERSE 4 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP A PSALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SEA CALL by STANTON ARTHUR COBLENTZ |