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The Rebellious Child
- 01/23/11
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My pal Andy Naselli posted this poem. And I just had to repost it. It comes from John Bunyan’s "A Book for Boys and Girls: or, Temporal Things Spiritualized." Pages 746-62 in vol. 3 of The Works of John Bunyan.
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
Their sinful nature prompts them to rebel,
And to delight in paths that lead to hell.
Their parents' love and care they overlook,
As if relation had them quite forsook.
They take the counsels of the wanton's, rather
Than the most grave instructions of a father.
They reckon parents ought to do for them,
Though they the fifth commandment do contemn;
They snap and snarl if parents them control,
Though but in things most hurtful to the soul.
They reckon they are masters, and that we
Who parents are, should to them subject be!
If parents fain would have a hand in choosing,
The children have a heart will in refusing.
They'll by wrong doings, under parents gather,
And say it is no sin to rob a father.
They'll jostle parents out of place and power,
They'll make themselves the head, and them devour.
How many children, by becoming head,
Have brought their parents to a piece of bread!
Thus they who, at the first, were parents joy,
Turn that to bitterness, themselves destroy.
But, wretched child, how canst thou thus requite
Thy aged parents, for that great delight
They took in thee, when thou, as helpless, lay
In their indulgent bosoms day by day?
Thy mother, long before she brought thee forth,
Took care thou shouldst want neither food nor cloth.
Thy father glad was at his very heart,
Had he to thee a portion to impart.
Comfort they promised themselves in thee,
But thou, it seems, to them a grief wilt be.
How oft, how willingly brake they their sleep,
If thou, their bantling, didst but winch or weep.
Their love to thee was such they could have giv'n,
That thou mightst live, almost their part of heav'n.
But now, behold how they rewarded are!
For their indulgent love and tender care;
All is forgot, this love he doth despise.
They brought this bird up to pick out their eyes.

I am a follower of Jesus Christ, a husband to Aileen and a father to three young children. I worship and serve as a pastor at
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Comments (4)
Wow, what a great poem from the heart of that sweet man and father. Nothing much has changed in the nearly 400 years since Bunyan lived, has it? That is encouraging, in a strange sort of way, though… that God holds rebellious children accountable to himself for their rebellion, and for their failure to honor mother and father, is something we need to drive home to our children. He also, of course, holds parents accountable for how well they teach gospel truth to their children.
That last line of the poem relates a bitter and sad end. “They brought this bird up to pick out their eyes” must refer to Proverbs 30:17—“The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures.”
I appreciate your sharing this, I didn’t know it existed.
This makes me sad. It’s so true..the self-sacrificial love of parents so often repaid with hatred and neglect. I pray that’s not the case for us!
This makes me think of the times at which I’ve dishonored my parents. How casually I disregarded my father’s instruction, and how angrily I scorned my mother’s advice! Worst of all, how contemptuously I rejected God’s law! I am ashamed.
Thanks, even though it hurts. The poem is beautiful and terrifying at the same time. God’s love for rebellious children is so much more miraculous than we imagine