The True Messiah - Poem by Patricia Kelley
There once was a nice man.
He came to the world to teach.
Teaching the word of God,
Thousands gathered to listen to Him preach.
He fed thousands.
While sitting on top of an evangelism mountain.
As Heaven's Angels' delivered the fish.
He began to preach.
Preaching of a New Kingdom,
Speaking with sweet words of wisdom,
He spoke in parables.
In which the crowd could understand.
Speaking about scattering the seed,
Some fell on the path to be trampled on, the birds ate it up.
Some fell on the rocks getting no moisture, they withered up.
Some fell among thorns, where it was choked up.
Some fell on good soil, where it produced a yield.
He took a stand.
Speaking against sin,
Saying the seed is the word of God.
Those along the path are the ones that hear; then, the devil comes along stealing.
The seed on good soil stands for those, with a noble heart who hears the word, retains it by preserving producing a crop.
He spoke revealing.
The truth, the audience was awed.
With a touch of His mere hand, all infirmities flee.
He was the true Son of God.
The Messiah of Israel would be rejected by, His own.
This would be known.
It was just a matter of time.
Before, we would hear redemption's plea.
Our savior would be taken in the night.
Not putting up a fight.
He was beaten within non recognition.
Feeling sins persecution,
They led him to the cross.
He died and rose on the third day.
Taking the keys from hell's gate,
This was His fate.
He was the true Messiah.
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