“Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me.” Jonah 1:2
God said “Go.”
Jonah said “No.”
To Joppa he drove.
Wind started to blow.
The sailors cried “Oh!”
The boat tossed to and fro.
Jonah was down below.
They asked “What do you know?”
He said “Myself you must throw.”
The men tried to row.
They tossed the cargo.
They said “He must go.
Forgive our heave-ho!”
Into the water he dove.
Sank to his low.
By a fish he was swallowed.
Three days he was stowed.
Spit out like a volcano.
To Ninevah he tiptoed
Where God’s word he did sow.
To save them from woe.
The people his foe.
Repentance followed.
God’s judgment forgoed.
But Jonah’s heart was fallow
For his anger then showed
At the grace God bestowed.
“Take my life” he bellowed!
Praise God He uses those
Like mopey old Jo.
by Brittney Muus