This man called Jesus,
Shame and scandal to a virgin he was born,
Among the beasts in a stable forlorn,
You chose to be the poorest of the poor,
A humble beginning no other could bear.
No difference of sequel from then to now,
Escaped a massacre, as a refugee you lived, how?
A carpenter’s son, no status, no school,
The world marvels at your wisdom!
He lived among sinners, yet he never sinned,
Changing their lives to witness within,
Never was he married, but his words of love,
Divine and comforting, a blessing to everyone.
With jealousy, hatred, blasphemy and cruelty,
Tried as a criminal and nailed to a cross,
The pain and suffering the highest he bore,
Yet love and forgiveness were the words he spoke.
Just three years of mission ended in disaster,
Yet risen with glory, on the day of Easter.
A friend, a saviour closer than our breath,
He lives my friend, He conquered death!
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