The young man looked so out of place
On that avid materialistic stage
His hair was long and softly worn
His eyes held love and reverence
His manner kind benevolence
With every trite unwholesome word
Others tried to put him down
With bent head he just concurred
At last on roughly hewn cross
They nailed him
The young man looked so out of place
Amongst the criminals left and right
But all he uttered at the last was
“God forgive them”
2 comments:
I loved hearing this on Tuesday night. I like the way you repeat "young" because that brought home to me how Jesus' death was that of a 33 year old, in a new way.
I think of Christianity as part of our heritage and always loved the stories of Jesus as a child. I find your words very moving Fiona; it’s as if you see into his soul.
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