~Who Is This Man~

~Who Is This Man~ This Is A Christian Poem. On a cold and grey, happy morn', in a simple barn, a child was born. No beauty ever was he adorned, but greatness was his destiny. His mother, honored, to call her own. Yet he chose to serve his path alone; a mission purposed that he was on, for all of humanity. Though lowly bent, the humble way; This man was sent to bring a ray- the light of truth to root and stay, For he knew a great mystery. He healed the ill, touched the lost, Though fame came at such a cost; He took everything to His cross, to change the reins of eternity. Screaming in pain as they hung him up- Streaming the blood, him drinking the cup, strangling he begged, please God overlook, for they do it all ignorantly. The story goes as it is said, the man arose though he was dead; The grave's repose is free from dread, Thanks to his love and Deity. Now you'd sit and have to wonder why, this man sent, had chosen to die, so we'd repent, live with him on high for I know this with true certainty; God gave up His precious Son, to die for the world, everyone and now from a Christian's tongue, you know His name... He is called Jesus. Thomas F. Crumpler © 2,001 Oct. 27 Written October 27th, 2001 © on Jan 05 2002 10:52 AM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 13