The Fiddlers Three

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

If I could choose three people,
As them, I’d like to be.
Three of Gods favorite children,
I call them the fiddlers three.

Wiser then most, they walked this land,
Always worshiping God up above.
They humbled their self’s before Him,
And gained favor from His throne of love.

God is the God of honor,
The one who knows everything.
He knows the tunes that are in our hearts,
And the words to the songs, that we sing.

Many do shout and many do dance,
Listen close to the words of their song.
They dance to the tune of the word they live in,
The words that they sing are all wrong.

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego,
Would not bow down to the king.
The fire had no power to hurt them,
As the forth man is to whom they sing.

God gave His Son, so dance and sing,
So worthy of this is He.
To the pits of hell, He paid our price,
Like He did for the fiddlers three.

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