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THE CARPENTER'S SON

It was the wisest of men that Divine Light guided them to He,
Of all nations of earth, they were the wisest three,
This Blessed Soul appeared to answer laws divine,
His path was mysterious, the purest one could find.

"Faith I shall find and all God's given strength,"
the carpenter once said,
And holding the sword of comfort, slept tight at night in bed,
But this poor but humble Man reflects back on His potent life,
Many times He was in danger, He was poor, He was in strife.

But the kingdom this Man came from had no gratifying justice,
Only wealthy ruling the poor and promising freedom by saying "trust us",
It was a time when blood was worthless and only the noble had the wealth,
That is why the seed of determination inside His heart flourished
to possess the value and balance of His life's gratifying health,
His Father had once said to Him that "man is made in God's image,"
This he remembered, it was His driving force, His soul's hope was never damaged,

Then he felt inside that He needed to go,
Where He would go He did not know,
but His heart felt it would be His only chance to grow,
Though the people scoffed Him leaving, little did they know,
it would be this Man whose heart was filled with Light
that would turn to whether friend or foe,

The absence of this Man sstretched from year to year,
They saw nothing of Him, but of His popularity reached their ear,
Far away in a distant land He had become His own king,
Not by punishing His people, but by fairness ruling over everything,
And soon this humble carpenter's son built an empire of His own,
By day, by night, He made people welcome; they felt it was their home,

When word reached His hometown, the leaders were skeptical to believe,
That after a simple lifetime, a man no more than a carpenter's son
had an empire under heed,
His advice to the deteriorating kingdom He once called His own,
(That ruled by the word and not the pen, which caused Him to leave home) was:

"By sword and malice you have ruled, but never made any haste,
Now I tell you people, your lives are all at waste,
For nothing ore than faith and love can an empty kingdom reject,
This I cannot tolerate, to this My soul objects."

This simple man who could not even afford to live in comfort
believed in words so pure,
The angel of love was His dominion and
through material detachment did His nobility endure.

One night the ruler of the original land sunk deep into a haunting vision,
It was not one of love he saw; it resembled the mirror image of treason,
Upon waking he looked around and it was obvious his own kingdom was collapsed,
Then as jealousy grew into hate, he remembered his enemy's reason,

For the carpenter's son had prophesied "once your empire sinks down low
yours will be a nightmare,
Just look at yourself and acknowledge your forefathers ignorance,
Only if you do so will your misguidance impair!"

And although this ghost haunted him, he still did not change,
He walked in the ancient shadow of punishment, his thirst filled with rage,

Now wishing to torture this Man of free will,
They send for His blood, they wanted Him killed,

Upon arrival, this Man in chains, close to death and so weak,
Was able to murmur some words as He tried to speak,

"O king, your answer for leadership comes not from punishing me hither,
The simple truth is my friend, every time you look at yourself,
you will see Me in the mirror!"

Then to the sky's He glanced and was heard to utter in anguish:

"...Their request from past ages has been for Your words so divinely true,
Punish them not, O Lord, for they know not what they do..."

And so as this humble son of a carpenter was laid to rest,
A generation stood thirsting for guidance from someone else...
As the mountains corroded into valleys and stars dwindled into a dimmer,
The passing generations ponder as to what happened to this "life-giver's" return,
For He had promised He would return from montains up high,
From land-to-land and sea-to-sea His presence would draw nigh.

In the veil of expectation His disciples awaited His return from "the Light",
But their eagerness failed to recall His words "I will return unto you
like a thief in the night..."

And so as the spirit of human anticipation glances to the skies regretfully,
It ponders to itself "why are all men made equal, even in the cemetery?"

Man's reasoning was innocent but his heart unfocused,
Causing the abyss of ignorance to dry the divine well of water which our souls thirst for in need,
The acts so worthy of a divine Prince were not laid and buried to decompose, they were freed,

So where was this Soul who wore the crown of virtue and possessed all the glory, honor and fame?
To this the angel of truth testifies: ---
"It lies within the graveyard of civilization,
and you saw it many times but did not recognize it was the grave with no name..."


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