THIS TOWER HAS MY NAME ON IT
“All who walk in pride He is able to humble,”
Says Nebuchadnezzar.
A proud king, if there was ever
And ever was there a tree
Quite as tall as me?
As large, as strong
So high
Whose top can touch the sky?
Where beasts find a bed
And by its fruit the birds are fed?
“All who walk in pride He is able to humble,”
Says Nebuchadnezzar,
Who called for Belteshazzer,
A wise man, clever
To discern dreams and mysteries.
What does it mean, this dream that was sent,
About whom or why and what was meant
When the messenger said, “cut it down
And let it be stripped?”
What does it mean, “live with the animals?
Imprisoned in an animals mind?”
I’m not a beast
But of the kingly kind!
“All who walk in pride He is able to humble,”
Says Nebuchadnezzar.
“Here is my tower, here is my wall
My name in gold letters
Triumphant and all.
Has there ever been such glory to see,
Is this not my kingdom, the name I have built?
This was by my doing,
An empire of me!
“All who walk in pride He is able to humble,”
Says Nebuchadnezzar.
He who makes kings eat grass like kind
Nebuchadnezzar knew,
For God took his mind.
The King of Heaven does as He pleases
Regarding the boastful,
Their claims as a tease.
Takes note of neglect
Those who will not respect
Nor acknowledge
The Most High as Sovereign.
He can give or take knowledge,
Sanity, wealth, life, and power
To the one whom he pleases.
Assigns them their hour,
And tombs,
Which remain their houses forever,
Even their dwelling place for generations;
Though they had named lands after themselves.
Randy Nabors
January, 2018