He came, a stranger
Swaddled in a manger
To His own a danger
Arousing demonic anger
For the sinner to die no longer
Our streets and highways He traversed
The hold of sin, reversed
Sickness and diseases, He debased
He touched the blind and they were all amazed
Leaving the religious leaders dazed
As He hung on the tree, the sun blinked long in reverence
The earth shook under His weight, in terror
The elements recognized Him
And the universe seemed to know who He was
But His own image stood there cursing and mocking Him
12 November 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amen. Great ode the Son of Man. Thanks for sharing