A Man of simple birth!

He was a man of simple birth - a poor man's son I'm told.

Back in AD thirty-one or was it thirty-two,
I met a man called Jesus whom many people knew.

He was no king with many jewels nor robes of finest gold, he was a man of simple birth, a poor man's son I'm told.

For many days and many months he walked throughout the land, with words of peace and gentle love and open healing hand.

For this they beat him with a whip and took him up a hill, and nailed him to a bloody cross for a fate he must fulfill.

But when I stood beneath that cross where his precious blood did flow, my mind was filled with many thoughts of things I did not know.

"Come forth my son," he spoke to me in a weak and dying tone, "Do not weep for me nor for yourself for we are not alone."

"For on this day a pledge was kept by my father up above, to offer me in sacrifice for his undying love."

Then suddenly from my eyes did flow a flood of joy and tears, for in my mind and in my heart there was no hate, no pain, no fears.

When they took him from the cross and laid him down to rest, my thoughts were filled with guilt and shame, deep sorrow filled my chest.

My mind was filled with the gentle words he had spoken from the hill, to turn the cheek, to give ones cloak, to never hurt or kill.

To pray for those who curse and use and love who hate and rile, to talk to God in open ways and to walk that extra mile.

For several days and several nights I sought to find a way, to remember the deeds and gentle words, that I had heard that day.

Then to my surprise and perfect joy I learned that He did live, twas his body and not his spirit that God demand he give.

Off I ran with my spirit high to the far Tiberian Sea, to find my friend, my King, my Lord, and to bend my STUBBORN knee.

When I arrived upon that shore near a boat and net with fish, there stood my Lord and several men eating quietly from a dish.

When He raised his bleeding head and glanced up with a smile, my heart did skip a roaring beat, and thundered for awhile.

With weakened legs and flowing tears I crept up to His side, but in my mind and in my thoughts I knew that He had died.

I looked close and saw the scars in His hands and on His feet, I knew that He had returned to life that His promise He did keep.

"Do not be afraid," He said, "for I am the first and last, For I am He who lives and died thus my fate was always cast."

"I go now to save a place among my Father’s guests, For when your time has finally come to enjoy your final rest."

HAPPY EASTER!