J07 A Prophet In His Own Soil? Poem by Simple Simon

On the day of Sabbath,
In the Town of Nazareth,
To a synagogue, Jesus went,
And gave a sermon pleasant.

He read from the Scripture,
That showed this picture,
'The Spirit of the Lord
Is upon me, it's so said.'

'He has chosen me here,
For the sake of the poor,
To liberate the captives,
To set free all the slaves, '

'To give sight to the blind,
To say such a word kind,
That the Lord will come
To save the people in time.'

'You all heard the message
What's said in this passage
That, in fact, has come true,
Believe me, every one of you.'

His unique, impressive speech,
Their hearts, it did touch.
They found it so marvelous,
That they became speechless.

Jesus said, 'You may say,
To me, as well, this day,
As a test for myself,
'Doctor, heal thyself'! '

'Ask not this question
Why in my hometown
I didn't do the same,
What I did in Capernaum.'

'No prophet is welcomed
In his own native land.
Israel was kept at a distance
In Prophet Elijah's presence.'

'It was a famine period
When widows here suffered,
But for a widow in Sidon,
The best care was taken.'

'The skin-disease in Israel,
None tried here to heal,
But more pains were taken
To cure one, a Syrian.'

When they heard like this,
They took his word amiss,
And showed him their anger
As they felt it led to danger.

They took him to a cliff,
And tried to throw him off,
But he escaped unhurt,
And then walked out.

Moral

A sweet lie is liked;
A blunt truth is disliked.
This is what both reveal,
As this is how, many feel.