'' Be Prepared For My Return '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've travelled far,
To see how you are,
It's been over two thousand years,
Since my three wise men followed that star,
I arrived to alleviate your fears.

You were lawless and lewd,
Some of you were crude,
Guilty of outrageous behaviour,
My Father sent me to teach you what's good,
I was summoned to become your saviour.

After being christened,
Initially you listened,
My influence over you was profound,
But tempted by material goods that glistened,
In a sea of greed you were drowned.

Cursing and swearing,
You became overbearing,
In my Father you refused to believe,
My compassion for life you were no longer sharing,
Your souls I just could not retrieve.

I couldn't win,
You then turned me in,
The Romans then gave you a choice,
A thief or me to be nailed by the skin,
For my soul you did not raise your voice.

Nailed to a cross,
By Human dross,
I was deserted in my hour of need,
Even my Father accepted my loss,
Why oh why did you let me bleed.

Resurrected from the dead,
To Heaven I was led,
I had failed to teach you what's best,
In the history of humans it will be read,
To convert you I did fail the test.

Still under attack,
I'm now heading back,
Your sinful actions make my stomach churn,
For what you are doing you will suffer the flak,

‘' Be Prepared For My Return ‘'