The Apocryphal Ballade Of The Son Of Nazareth Poem by Gert Strydom

(after A. G. Visser)

Centuries back the Son did play in Nazareth,
His days were full of duties and fun
and in big love His mother
did teach Him every commandment of God's law.

Choir:
Where he and his friends did play together
His Father's love to Him was real,
He told them about heaven and the things there
and did share all of His toys with them.

Careful they did find some clay at the stream
and the throwing with bending sticks was fun for every child,
later one did build Noah's ark from clay
and where the other were making animals He was loved

but the Son from whose eyes the sun did shine,
worked without words finely with the clay
made a affable laughing-dove with spread wings
told about the world once without pain

he threw the dove into the air
where alive it did fly in a fast flight
much higher did turn in a circle
but the dove fluttered back to Him.

Speechless everyone did want to see the living dove,
did want to hold the pretty bird in their hands
and everyone listened big-eyed to the Son in a circle
when He entrusted them with the wonders of creation,

told them that He and His Father and the Spirit did make everything,
how fierce cherubs did protect the first humans from Lucifer,
how perfect, wonderful, great and special everything at a time had been
before man did decide to get involved with sin

but that God did come with the great solution
and the Father and the Spirit did sent Him
to make a difference on a destroyed world
and they did believe Him stood astonished with Him.

[Reference:"Lank gelede in Nasaret" (Long ago in Nasareth)by A. G. Visser.]

© Gert Strydom