His conception …questionable,
his birthing
rough and coarse,
his crib
a feed trough…
He was a refugee,
a poor man's child,
a tradesman…
…yet there
was a power
about him
that drew
many to their knees…
…one day,
out in the desert,
the tradesman
turned subversive,
he challenged the
religious fabric
that held his
world
together,
he was mocked
and vilified….
…yet there
was a power
about him
that drew
many to their knees…
..he touched
the unclean,
and broke the rules,
he had little respect
for authorities.
His followers,
fishermen
and outcasts,
his platform
a hillside…
…yet there
was a power
about him
that drew
many to their knees…
…his ended
as a criminal
stripped
whipped,
and crucified..
he died in agony
calling out
to the one
he called father…
and the sky darkened,
and the ground shook..
…there was a power about him,
….there is a power about him,
……and it calls us to our knees…
From the excellent Eternal Echoes blog...
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