Ten ran away but one came back (A psalm of unbridled thanks)

Ten ran away but one came back (A psalm of unbridled thanks)
By Jon Slone









Ten ran away but one came back.
And one grabbed a thanks from his gratitude sack.
And one gave his master a gratitude shower.
And he thanked his best friend for what seemed like an hour!


He could have come down
But He chose to stay up.
He could have stayed up
But He chose to come down.
He could have called out
And they would have come running.
But He didn’t come down.
And He didn’t stay up.
And He didn’t call out.
And I’m saved because of this.


And he hugged both his ankles
Where he stopped to repose.
There were no thorns in sight
Just a rose for to coddle.
And he built his abode
At the foot of his Father.
And he poured out his sobs
As if born from a bottle.


He could have come down
But He chose to stay up.
He could have stayed up
But He chose to come down.
He could have called out
And they would have come running.
But He didn’t come down.
And He didn’t stay up.
And He didn’t call out.
And I’m saved because of this.


And the one hid himself within the master quite neatly.
And the love of the chieftain changed the one guy completely.

And he sat with his teacher
And his flask filled with red.
And he sang to the Savior
And he ate the bard’s bread.
And he wished of me one thing to not go unsaid.
To begin with, you have to part ways with your skin…

Are you one of the nine or the one from the ten?


He could have come down
But He chose to stay up.
He could have stayed up
But He chose to come down.
He could have called out
And they would have come running.
But He didn’t come down.
And He didn’t stay up.
And He didn’t call out.
And I’m saved because of this.




Jon psalm 32:7 Slone