Do us a favour?
The childish plea to ensure
the result you want.
Places of honour;
you don't ask for much, do you?
They don't come for free.
Will you take the pain,
and the suffering as well?,
No worries! they say.
The cup that he drinks,
and the baptism, speak death.
Do you dare to drink?
Places of glory.
These brothers still don't get it.
Only
in
serving.
First in the kingdom
will be those who lose their lives,
like their master did.
©
Ken Rookes 2015
