My Jesus Poem by Cliff Phiri

My Jesus
Born by a virgin.
Who can imagine?
Beyond human comprehension he is.
Courageous to teach the elderly, yet so young.
Bruised for my transgressions.

Took the blame, yet he was right.
He spoke mystries.
Who can interpret?
Too wise he is.
His mouth drips honey.

He is life to many.
Death couldn't hold him.
Crucified, laid behind a stone.
Rejected by many.
Loved all but loved by a few.

Touch his hem; you are made well.
Invite him to your house; you are blessed.
Corrupt at his father's house; he will chase you.
A sheep without blemish.
Who can untie his sandals?

By his stripes the universe was healed.
He was there in the begining.
Believe in him, you won't perish.
Like a thief he will come.

Who can multiply fish and bread?
Kill him, he will resurrect.
Destroyed a temple and rebult it in 3 days.
Surely he is the bread of life.
Full of love and power.