Christian poem 'Oh That Noise.' by Albert Watson (Christart.com)

Oh That Noise.
by Albert Watson

Now there's a sound, I hate to hear,
It's a raucous din, within my ear.
Occasionally it's heard at night,
mostly mornings, with breaking light.

The harbingers of dawn they are,
Calling near and calling far.
But happy with that noise I'm not,
It causes pain, in a memory slot.

It all happened! Some years ago!
This Jewish man, I think you know.
The evil priests took him to court,
Lies they told, His death they sort.

Now me, I stood not far away,
Scared for life, had nought to say.
A servant girl came up to me,
'Wasn't you with Him, in Galilee?'

But I, the coward, denied it all,
quite suddenly another call!
'You where with him in Nazareth!'
by this time I was scared to death.

'I swear to God, I don't know Him!'
shivering by now, in every limb.
Then the crowd that stood nearby,
each one of them took up the cry.

'May God himself strike me dead!'
'I swear on oath to you.' I said.
Tears shed, broken now you know!
After I'd said that, a cock did crow.

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