The Scapegoat Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

There once was a man who lived an upright life.
He loved His fellow man, He was slow to anger.
He put Himself last, and never was one to cause strife.
His life was lived humbly, He even was born in a manger.

Several crimes were being committed, grievous evils.
People were being wronged, holy laws were broken.
People were being taken over by devils.
The man was put to blame, with few words from Him spoken.

As others were accusing Him, He gave no words in His defense.
He took all the blame placed on Him with no objection.
All peoples' futures were spared at His great expense.
He took their punishment not with curses, but with words of affection.

Yes, to all the peoples, this man was a scapegoat.
One to take the punishment in their place, one who was damned.
To the eternity of other souls did He His life devote.
No, He was not a scapegoat, He was the sacrificial Lamb!

His name is Jesus, the only one.
His name is Emmanual, God's own Son!
The one who lived a life of love.
The one that we will one day see up above!