They saw him with naked eyes,
They heard His voice,
And felt an awe-perpetuation zeal.
In their Conscience's mirror, he flashed,
Even when they did not hear His name,
They felt, He came.
He was friend to them, as a father to grown up sons,
But He was more of something as timeless incarnation,
Their total Being, from Him resolved salvation.
When He was no more, they went door to door,
And undertook the grimmest ordeal,
So that the truth of His Father ship, they can feel and tell.
In the body's lab, they employed their manliness to discover,
The ever-conscious soul in the body's orbital cover,
Like the layers of onion, dropped down illusions.
And awakened he with love's beacon light,
So their lives, the skeleton of strife,
Inspire the fallen and sense-pleasure generation.
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