(Ever think about that poor pig farmer that lost his herd,
when Jesus cast the demons out? No? well, here's your chance)






"Not so fast", said a certain pig farmer.
"Just let me stop you right there;
Let’s go back over those pig facts again
And then tell me if you think this seems fair…."


There’s this crazy old man that sits on his head
By one of the caves on my land;
Everyone laughs at the way he reacts,
But no one has helped him, or lends him a hand.


I let him stay there;  it don’t cost me a thing
The neighbors are grateful, at least.
They don’t want him coming ‘round their neighborhoods, 
Besides, I use him for scaring the beasts.


So, I go out to tend, to my pen full of pigs
They seem to be all right to me,
Then, one minute I’ve got a herd full of pork,
And the next minute it seems I’m ‘pork-free’.


Over the cliff, these porkers parade,
Running full throttle—full tilt!
No looking back, or fearful goodby’s
Like lemmings……just more ‘bacon-built’.


Over the edge, like tablets in drink
Plop-plop….., plop-plop……,plop-fizzzzz…..
I couldn’t believe how bewildered they looked
Like they were possessed, or diseased.


When I turned around, then, to my surprise
This man who was bent out of shape,
Was focused, and talking, and seemed whole again.
The crazy man claimed he felt great!


So all my pigs died, to save this one man
From wild and lunatic ravings?
Of course, I pitied the way he was
But ya know, I too, have cravings.


Well, pigs is pigs. It’s what I do!
I need that money, it’s all mine to keep. 
How dare this Jesus use my whole herd
To help this guy have a better night’s sleep.


It’s not my fault that he was like that
It’s not my concern  (Then who’s is it?)
Lord? Surely, there’s others who tend to this stuff
Surely, there’s others who visit.
 

That which you have….. is it really yours?
Or given, for your distribution?
How many pigs would you give for your soul
Or, so you could come into heaven?


"Oh no!" the man said, Lord, take all my pigs!
I’ll even go get some more!
Don’t turn me away because of a lack
Of pigfeet at heaven’s door!


I’ll trade ALL my pigs for my soul to survive
Take all that I have in my life
Take my pigs, and my money; my land and my sons;
Oh, yeah, Lord and please take my wife.
 

So you’d give your whole lot for your own entrance in
But not even one, for your brother.
How can you hope to gain entrance to here
When you can’t even love one another.


It doesn’t take pigs, or your money, or such
I don’t trade for whatever you offer.
This Jesus you met, will pay for your  way
You need only accept Him as Savior.

Follow Him, and his teachings, and learn from His ways
And you’ll learn the true reason to live.
I will know that you’ve listened, and prepared for this place 
By the amount that you’ve chosen to give.


But the man continued to keep what he earned
It was so hard to give it for free.
And then he discovered there’s money in figs
And invested in one special tree.


And one day this Jesus was hungry, and saw
There was no fig-fruit on this vine;
He cursed it, it withered, and it never bore fruit.
I wonder if the farmer
        was older and wiser
         and understood better this time………


                                 by D.K.Walker

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