Steve Turner


How To Hide Jesus - Poem by Steve Turner

There are people after Jesus.
They have seen the signs.
Quick, let's hide Him.
Let's think; carpenter,
fishermen's friend,
disturber of religious comfort.
Let's award Him a degree in theology,
a purple cassock
and a position of respect.
They'll never think of looking here.
Let's think;
His dialect may betray Him,
His tongue is of the masses.
Let's teach Him Latin
and seventeenth century English,
they'll never think of listening in.
Let's think;
humble,
Man of Sorrows,
nowhere to lay His head.
We'll build a house for Him,
somewhere away from the poor.
We'll fill it with brass and silence.
It's sure to throw them off.

There are people after Jesus.
Quick, let's hide Him.


Comments about How To Hide Jesus by Steve Turner

  • Daniel Partlow (4/10/2007 9:38:00 PM)


    You make a valid point, but there are some who kind of like the seventeenth century English. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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