Dear Sirs ,
I write to say,
I no longer need your appraisal today.
See, There is an arsonist who inspects my house.
He gave an estimate of me since I first lost my spouse.
He looked at foundation and function ,shingles and shutters
He looked at wood and brick , fireplace and gutters
many neighbors, like you ,came to see His face,
They saw His eyes were as fire and set like flint in place .
These too asked “should He be the one to appraise this dwelling?”
“I think I could be more trusted ” the church folks came telling
But I chose this arsonist appraiser only because I liked His eyes
And when I let Him in my house to my shame and surprise,
He found rot and mold , spoke” this is too condemned to be sold”
And said “now On all future occupancy there is an eternal hold.”
Then, violently , from room to room he turned every chair and table.
With the glance of His eyes everything was destroyed and disabled.
Sparks burned pages to ashes of estimates and of debt
as Before His face every thing cracked even I , who wept
Finally smoke billowed from chimney as His eyes met debris
And now the house is empty and the single smoldering ember is me
Yet solid is a large leather book like a fire log beneath my feet
Written is an appraisal set in wood as payment for this suite.
So, sirs, I know you all mean well ,to offer insurance for my broken home
but I found His assurance is free without judgement or punitive loan
So do not worry if neighbors say smoke comes from where I dwell
It s just the fire in His eyes that keeps houses like mine from a fiery Hell.
“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.”
Song of Solomon 8:6 KJV
“His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;”
Revelation 1:14 KJV