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Stand Here My Son

Stand Here My Son

On June 6, 1742, Samuel Wesley (father to John and Charles Wesley) was buried in his hometown churchyard in which he had served as the rector. Because of the reform movement that John was part of, later known as Methodism, he was barred from speaking at his father’s funeral service. The priest even used his father’s eulogy to rebuke the emerging movement and its enthusiasm. After the service, John decided to preach his own sermon, but this time standing on his father’s tombstone. It is said that more people attended the service outside the church than inside. John would go on to preach for three days from his father's tombstone. This poem is told from his father's perspective, as his son preaches from his gravestone.

  • Poem

    Stand here my son, Stand here my boy

    Give these cold ears one final burn

    My debts are due and I owe a debt to you

    Teach your sire one last lecture to learn

     

    You’re a fire, You’re a poker,

    You’re a brand, You’re a smoker

    Give your home one last incense of truth

    The vicar’s eulogy spicy, his doctrine icy

    Let him remain in his tomb and learn from the youth

     

    Speak here my son, Preach here my boy

    Let these weary bones serve you one final time

    Gifts I have taken and responsibilities shaken

    Awaken my heart to one last bell chime

     

    My son, while I only stalked my wanting urges

    My lads were penning divine dirges

    Therefore, let me give you my one final yearn...

     

    Stand here my son, Stand here my boy

    Give this cold cadaver one last burn

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