‘Poem Based on Exodus 8:16–19‘

No trumpet sounded, no warning came, just dust disturbed in Yahweh’s name. A staff struck earth, and silence broke, the gnats arose like holy smoke.

They filled the air, they found the skin, They crawled where pride had settled in. No beast was spared, no man untouched, The breath of judgment, fierce and rushed.

The magicians tried their secret art, But gnats defied their sleight and heart. “This is God’s finger,” they confessed,

Yet Pharaoh’s heart remained unblessed.

The smallest things, unseen, unheard, Became the voice of heaven’s word. A child’s face, eyes closed in stillness, meets a single gnat hovering nearby. The contrast between innocence and divine disruption is tender and profound. The smallest thing, once ignored, now speaks with heaven’s authority.

When power mocks what mercy speaks, Even the dust will rise and preach.

© Christian National Church of Christ (SRR)