Too Many Voices in His Brain

A mediocre offering

Was what the firstborn chose to bring.

The batch was deemed an unfit thing

To set before the Most High King.

 

What was it with this fellow Cain

And what went on inside his brain?

Did he rely on rotten grain,

The Lord’s good blessing to obtain?

 

Yes, Cain knew how to till the soil,

He reaped the fruit of his own toil

But lacked the wisdom from above

Comprised of fruits like joy and love.

 

His younger brother brought the best,

And found approval. He was blessed.

But Cain was angry and downcast.

He had to get revenge and fast.

 

God saw the chaos in his soul

And wanted Adam’s son made whole.

So, He gave Cain another chance,

The proper offering to advance.

 

“If you do well, I shall accept

The produce you from me have kept.

Receive a cue from this wise sage:

You simply must contain your rage.”

 

But there were voices in Cain’s head,

And they wished Abel to be dead.

They told Cain why he shouldn’t hear

the truths God whispered in his ear.

 

“You’ve every right to feel this way.

The Lord’s voice you need not obey.

These are the facts, we do not jest.

You know Dad likes your brother best.”

 

Cain let his feelings drive him wild,

Just like a spoiled, unruly child.

To self-control he would not bow,

But let his anger loose, and how!

 

With violence like a sudden flood,

He murdered Abel in cold blood

And demonstrated no remorse

When asked about his wicked course.

 

God made Cain pay the penalty

For acting on his jealousy.

From him prosperity would flee.

A restless wanderer he would be,

 

While searching here and searching there,

Not finding comfort anywhere.

Confusion was his destiny,

And yet God sought to set him free.

 

For though he was a wicked guy,

God spared his life. Cain did not die.

God’s mark of mercy sheltered him

From those who might avenge his sin,

 

This grace, I think, was heaven-sent,

In hopes that someday he’d repent

And start to thirst for righteousness

Within that dark place of distress.

 

Perhaps he did. We do not know.

However, as the scriptures show

He built a city. Was it tall?

It could not save him from the fall.

 

I guess it was the first stronghold,

Inhabited by young and old,

Asylum for a man insane,

Too many voices in his brain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: wingandprayer

I am a writer of Biblically-based and other sorts of humor because I want to see the spirit of heaviness lifted off of people and replaced with the garment of praise as it says in Isaiah 61:3.

Throughout the years, God has inspired me with a number of ideas for fun stories based on the Bible and on Biblical characters. You can find one of my articles, “A Queen’s Eye View of Insecurity,” in the Faithwriters’ book “Mixed Blessings, Classically Inspired,” published by Breath of Fresh Air Press. Several other articles of mine, winning entries in Faithwriters contests, have been accepted for publication. Now my first super hero book is on its last leg of revisions. I look forward to sharing it with my fellow fantasy enthusiasts once it is published.

I also write healing tracts for missions and evangelism and have illustrated several books, including “How do You Hide a Dinosaur?”, “The Nail,” “The Tree,” and “The Vine,” by Peg Stormy Bradley.

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