Messiah (In Answer To Fanie Olivier) Poem by Gert Strydom

At spring tide He feels the pushing crowd,
sails away a bit with the boat
where from a few fishes and bread
He makes enough food for a multitude,

holy men want to throw rocks at an adulterous woman
and in the sand He writes, scattering their plans
but continually there are the sick, the weak and broken people
that gathers around Him, waiting Him in at cities on every visit

and in Jerusalem against Him is being conspired,
His death is decided upon,
but in the upper room He washes feet, hold communion

and men capture him violently in the garden,
arrest Him as a sacrificial lamb
and on a hill on a Friday they plant His cross,
with rioting people that want to point a finger at Him

while they sling insults,
inviting others to the same foolishness
and He is driven from life
wounded, killed and before that whipped

and at the end of His life His voice is interpreted correctly
when He dies selflessly for every nation and people.
He overcomes as victor over fear,
healing others by His death.