*Note: This was taken from my old blog, “Poet in a World of Prose,” which has since been deleted.
I once heard a story about a fall from glory
a prince become slave whose end was kinda gory.
Young genius shown at the age of twelve
and into his dad’s work did he choose to delve.
All by himself with the teachers of the temple
showing them miracles and the God they resembled.
He was the best man at a later wedding
Turning water into wine and guest’s lips he was wetting.
But this great man encountered teachers who had floundered
each speaking against him, man it was a downer.
So downward he descended into this realm of mortal beings
Speaking of the great things that he himself was seeing.
Soon twelve friends appeared at his side asking
for more of his glory, for in it they were basking.
They were not full in wisdom but had hearts to follow
Little did they know he was a man full of sorrow.
In that final hour, he took his last breath full of power
and with his sacrifice did upon humans shower
blessings incomprehensible and somewhat invisible
rising three days later, he proved to be invincible.
A gospel to spread, he now sought out his friends
who each had a strong message to send
in the form of letters and addresses
telling of God’s Son and how He blesses.
Their message reaches out now to modern ears
blessed are they who receive what they hear.
I see a world plunging deep into darkness
devoid of true life and full of dread starkness.
With reason they combat the invisible truth
with all the fibers of their arrogant youth.
But that which is seen is made from that which is not
so put away all the battles you have fought.
Redemption at hand yet it is casually dismissed
the world wreaking havoc with religion as a cyst.
But to follow the Son is not even close to religion;
it’s the cause of a spiritual decision.
Labeled blind for trying to seek out the righteous,
I pray for the world should it try to incite us.
Blind? Nay, merely looking with split vision
as I admire the works of God and His solitary mission:
He came not to judge but seek and save those who were lost
yet it is hard to do when they don’t believe in the cost.
The price of your life is worth more than you think
from the shirt on your body to the rock on your ring.
Your life was paid for in full by pure, untainted blood
a love everlasting and mercy that does flood.
Dismount from your throne of “knowledge” and look God in the face
for it is then when you will know the truth of your deservéd place.