A travelogue of a busy apostle
forgetting to mention
what would seem a significant moment
a resurrection, after all
doesn’t happen every day
I guess even a good speaker
can have an off day,
trying one last time, because time was short
to reach all he could before another journey
Maybe he wasn’t his best
not quite as spellbinding as normal
Poor Eutychus,
Mr. Fortunate,
he was tired, and his seat
was
a poor choice
But he was lucky
For Paul was busy
no time for chit chat
he was raised
raised from the dead in no time
And Paul had more to say
quite lucky indeed
July 13, 2006 21:35, edited July 17, 2006 14:17
Acts 20:7-12
The story of the clumsy death and perfunctory resurrection of Eutychus, who fell 3 stories to his death when he was put to sleep by Paul’s oratory and was raised by Paul, mostly so Paul could go back to his preaching.
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Monday, July 17, 2006
Oh Yeah, and I raised him from the dead
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