I enter into this feud.
“Hatred is how we purge it.”
That is what you said.
Then you proceeded to call me
“Balaam’s Ass.”
I have talked with you before,
Oh Balaam, son of Boar,—
So many moons ago.
I’ve been waiting to see you,
So your blasphemy can be purged from my mind.
A fox is your calling card.
Herod, oh Herod,
“He writes much but says little.”
That you said also.
I’ve finally found you.
Now I am satisfied that you are a fraud.
And I can let you be…
You frightened me,
But I recognize your voice.
It is the voice of that Two Horned Beast.
It’s time for you to be exposed.
Balaam’s Ass prophesied
You foolish, foolish man.
Balaam struck it,
And it had done nothing wrong.
Repent, for the Kingdom is at hand.
You had said to me,
“I hate you with perfect hatred.”
Come, let us reason together,
Will you hate your own brother?
Will you call your own brother worthless?
Of course you do.
For you thought God was just like you.
I know God is nothing like me.
I know I am a sinner.
It is written where all men can see it.
Who I am is worthless and unworthy for this testimony.
But draw water from a rock,
And quenched lands from deserts,
My life can also be redeemed by the LORD
Jehovah Jesus Provider, God’s Gift.
B. K. Neifert 