Jesus’ Curse (It Could Have Been Worse) - Poem by Brian Taylor
Delivered from the Cross
with all the authority
of the Saviour of the World
at the precise moment
of his people’s rejection of Him.
“Forgive them Lord
for they know not
what they do! ”
And within forty years it came to pass.
Their Temple destroyed.
Their Holy of Holies trampled on by Titus.
Their sacred paraphernalia looted.
The consecrated foundations
of their city ploughed over.
A million killed during the siege
when 97,000 were captured and enslaved.
A Roman coin was minted
showing a woman in chains
under a palm tree.
When the Romans built a replacement city
They alone were forbidden entrance.
they wandered the earth
facing hard won prosperity
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