NEB’S  SHOWTIME  BAND

(Taken from Daniel 3)

 
Neb said, “Hey, won’t you strengthen my hand
Be the “mods and the rockers” and join my band
You can let your hair down and have a fling
Let your mind run wild and do your thing!”
 
So the band was formed and all went well
But little did they know it was the road to hell
For the king demanded that they bow the knee
To the sound of music, and idolatry.
 
There stood the statue, big and fat
It towered above the people like a monstrous rat!
“Now come and worship to the sound of my band”
So they came in droves from throughout the land.
 
“But what’s this I hear, some disturbing news
There’s rebellion in the camp and it’s coming from the Jews”
His eyes they bulged and his face went red….
All the blood in his body rushed to his head.
 
“Bring them in and I’ll give ‘em a scare…
Disobey me…? … they wouldn’t dare!
The furnace is hot, there’s no time to lose
It’s your God or me, who will you choose?”
 
As quick as a flash came the Jews’ reply
There was no hesitation, not even a sigh
“You can stick your statue right up your………vest..
Our God is able, but yours is grotesque!”
 
The boys on the drums began to pound
The band struck up with a piercing sound
The scene was set for a devilish plot
And the fire was stoked till it was flaming hot!
 
The Jews were bound with cords of rope
It began to look like there wasn’t much hope
But the soldiers burnt up as they cast them in the flame
“So sorry you bullies…it’s the end of your game!”
 
The king was grieved to see his best men fry
But consoled himself… “It was worth it, to see the Jews die!
So let the band continue to play……
As you bow to my statue on this historic day.”
 
Then the king turned a pale shade of white
And his knees knocked together in dreadful fright
“I know I threw in three……but how odd……
I see four men loose, and One’s the Son of God.”
 
“Could it be that I was wrong?
There is a God, and He’s mighty strong
He protects His own, even in the fire
While I am exposed as a downright liar.”
 
The king then called them forth by name
And out they walked from the burning flame….
I sometimes wonder what this story would be
If he’d called forth the four, instead of the three.

 

(By Joan Emery)

 

 

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