Here’s the conclusion to my Dr. Seuss-style retelling of the Exodus story (with illustrations by Trudy Teemley). To read Part One, click here.
The next morning out at the edge of the town
A Heebroo named Wharton was hangin’ around,
When he spotted a goldenish-pinkish-white disk,
And decided to eat it, despite the slight risk.
It was just like a sweet little edible plate,
And he ran into camp shouting, “Hey, this is great!
I’ve discovered the wonderflest food in existence!
It’ll feed us forever and be our subsistence!”
Now, despite the big words that Wharton had used,
He was instantly, nastily, verbly abused.
“You’re a fool,” they all shouted, “That one little speck
Can’t feed all these folks? What the hey? What the heck!”
But Mo said, “Hey, wait, folks! He’s right, look around.
There’re zillions of whatzits all over the ground!”
Then the people said, “Huh? Whatcha know!” and “He’s right!
They must have arrived while we slept in the night.”
There were whatzits in every cranny and nook,
For those who were willing to just take a look.
There were whatzits in every place they could think,
On their heads, in their beds, in their porcelain sinks.
So the Heebrooz and Sheebrooz said, “Oh, how He loves us,
To shower such blessings upon and above us!
And now we’ve no doubts. No, it’s not like it was.
For we finally have faith in the things that God does.”
But the whatzits went bad every time there were more
Than the people could finish the evening before.
Next morning that delicate flavor went south
And turned monstrously muckish inside of their mouths!
They were no longer goldenish-pinkish and white,
But a sick shade of green that put grown men to flight!
They said, “God, ahem, Sir. We don’t like to rail,
But we really don’t like your green whatzits and quail!
We said that we’d trust all the things that you do,
But we must tell you this time you’ve failed to come through!”
’Cause that’s the way Heebrooz and all people think.
When they can’t have it their way, they think it just stinks.
But Wharton stepped forward and, calm as can be,
Said, “Wait, I think maybe we’ve failed to see
That the thing we should really have placed our faith in
Is not what God does, but, well, simply in Him.”
Then the people said, “Wharton, now hey! What the heck?
You’re the guy who discovered that first little speck.
And now you say what matters most from the start
Isn’t found on the ground, but is found in our hearts?”
Then Mo hollered, “Bingo! You’ve figured it out.
Now the real test will come when you conquer your doubts,
And trust when you can’t see what’s happening next,
Just because, well, it’s God, and He always knows best.
’Cause you’ll never find anything good on the shelf,
’Til you learn to look past to the Father himself.”
After forty more years, Wharton Caleb O’Dell
Finally came to the kingdom of Izrael,
And he said when he crossed with the throng on that day
That the best part was trusting in God all the way.
Church worship teams: To purchase the script of Wharton Finds a Whatzit — complete with 19 illustrated slides — click here.
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