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I asked my sister- in- law what her favorite Bible story was and I'd turn it into a poem. I was horrified to discover that the story of Dorcas is the shortest story in the whole Bible. I've had a little fun with it.

(Adapted from Acts 9:36- 42)

A Few Visitor Comments

Traci
Loved this poem! The story of Dorcas really came to life for me here. Thank you.
john
this i thought was a terrific poem and so true about what people would thinkof her today and that is including christians
Jackie
Excellent poem, really brings the story to life.
June
Dorcas also is a favourite of mine. thank you, John for presenting her life in our 2002 language.

The Story Of Dorcas

There was a certain disciple in the town of Joppa,
Whose reputation was pure and behavior proper,
Never told a white lie, never uttered a whopper,
In doing good deeds, nothing could stop her.

Her name was Tabitha, translated Dorcas,
In extolling her virtue, her friends were quite raucous,
Her life was pervaded with charitable deeds,
She was always prepared, to fill various needs.

In modern times, some might call her dork,
(Itís not the done thing to relish good work),
Those same people would say, Sheís a do- gooder jerk,
She should look out for herself, and enjoy every perk.

Even then there were critics, but nothing could faze her,
Back in those times, she was like Mother Theresa,
She was doing Godís work, thatís all that mattered,
Her works remembered, their memories scattered.

Dorcas got ill, then died before time,
She was still a young woman, just into her prime,
In the helping of others, she brought great relief,
Her sudden demise brought whole- hearted grief.

But Simon was near, whose surname was Peter,
His purpose in God was one day to meet her,
To show Godís great love and His mercy and might,
Word came to Peter of the good womanís plight.

He came from Lydda which was not far away,
The people of Joppa didnít know what to say,
Theyíd cleaned up the body and started to mourn,
Their faces were long and they looked quite forlorn.

They showed him tunics and garments sheíd made,
And told him their feelings, how they felt dismayed,
That Dorcas had died who seemed the Lordís best,
Why take her now to so early a rest?

Peter went in, but sent mourners out,
He wanted to pray in the absence of doubt,
He spoke just two words, Tabitha, arise. ,
Then presented her live; all were surprised.

The word of the deed spread far and wide,
So many had seen, it could not be denied,
Many that day came to trust in the Lord,
Their doubts overcome by the power of His Word.

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