A statement about free will.
THY ROD AND STAFF
By Michael Cook
“Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me”.
The rod is to prod me on to the pastures you see. The staff is to drag me back to your destination.
I longed for green grass, but it was out of the question. The flock will be kept moving in a predetermined line,
According to his wishes and mysterious design.
Our nature is to reach for nearby green grass.
We’re endowed to reach it and intend no sass.
But that staff’s hook reminds us we’re part of a flock,
And to stray from the fold will earn us a knock.
I’d rather wander free and follow my path,
But I’m restrained by your will or suffer your wrath.