Sticks and Stones
Ron Ross (9th Feb, 2013)
“Names will never hurt me,” that’s what the young man said.
But I could see the tear in his eyes, and the toss of his weary head.
You’ve seen this sad wounded sparrow, the one who kicks little stones.
His hands are stuck in his pockets, and he’s usually standing alone.
Sad is his strongest emotion. Defiance is sometimes his friend.
It’s not that he wants to be angry, but he’s usually out at wit’s end.
Alone become his acquaintance. It’s a friend forced upon him by fate.
His heart has a hole that is needy. All e’ needs is one dinkum mate.
The kids laugh and call him ‘a sheila! Ya weird and ya got big buck teef!”
He sneers and tells them ‘ta rack off!’, and runs home rolling in grief.
“Ya pansy! Ya skinhead!’ they call him. The names flow as fast as they think.
He buckles under their pressure, and one day he’ll turn to the drink!
Choices will come to this young lad, as he walks through the mysteries we face.
He can choose to drink booze, and live as to lose, or give life a desperate embrace.
The One who relates to this young man, once wore thorns on His head.
“He was despised and rejected of men.” He loved them, they killed Him instead!
They cursed Him and laughed at His Lordship, as His cross they placed in the ground.
His disciples shot through! What would you do? With Christ dead, who’d want to be found?
But He was glory personified. He was the real King of Kings.
The Son of God, rose from the dead. “Hallelujah!” the choir sings.
He came back to tell us the Truth. To announce He’s coming again.
And He is the One who identifies us, and give His real meaning to men.
So this young man they called Pansy! This young man who’s heart beats with feelings of fear!
What should we tell him to give him a lift? Tell him that Jesus is near.
As the Body of Christ we’ll embrace him. Bring comfort and healing and love.
Show the way to the Father who’s watching from up above.
He’ll triumph over rejection. He’ll win the war over the booze.
Jesus will come and make him His chum. And that’s the greatest Good News.
So lift up your head wounded sparrow. Triumph over them all.
Look to the Lord, and walk in the Son. With joy you can really walk tall!