THE FALL OF DAGON


He bowed before an idol,
And there poured out his heart;
Laid down a bloody sacrifice;
And this was just a start!


He cut his skin, his blood did flow,
Yet, troubled in his soul,
He knew his god had heard him not;
He hadn’t reached his goal.


He worshiped then, the running stream;
He cried out to the sun;
He sacrificed to mountain peaks;
He tried them, one by one;


He worshiped trees, and beasts and birds;
He danced around a pole;
And yet he knew in troubled mind,
No peace for searching soul.


He knew there had to be a God;
His work was plain to see;
And, “If God is real”, he reasoned,
“He MUST be reached by me”.


As if in answer to his prayers,
He heard about a man,
Who died to bring all men to God;
And eagerly he ran;
“Tell me about this Jesus,
And about the way he died;
And the wonders of his love so great,
That he was crucified!”


They told him then, the story
That’s thrilled hearts, young and old;
By faith he took the saviour;
And peace flowed through his soul!


I wonder now, how many wait
With weary, troubled souls,
For you and me to bring them
The sweetest story ever told.
fcc