The Best Man I'Ve Known Poem by Ivanhoe Skunkeroo

I have been an evil soul,
Beaten bruised, to black from blue.
Aint no place for any gaping hole.
But, I wish that weren't true.

As I look at her, a cross thoughts my mind,
What does it pay to be so kind.
A righteous seat in the kingdom of heaven?
To be looked down upon by your own brethren?

Nails and chains can bind a man,
Who's heart is just as wild and free.
Love would've held him there,
Cause his heart only beat for you and me.

Stars- they rise, they shine, they fall.
Some jus never Die at all.
Superstars they are, my brothers,
Buddha, Gandhi and the others...

No grief surpassed, a mother crying,
In her sight, her only son dying.
No sorrow surpassed, a mother mourning,
Death puzzles even the purest of all,
Oh meek mortals, a lesson worth learning!

I sin, I fret, I make up by regret,
Change for ever? That will happen never.
A human was I, human am, and human will be.
Mortalness is jus normal to me.

Love, unconditionally? That too a stranger!
A heart so pure, that came from a manger.
Could it be possible? Is it for real?
People ask 'What's the big deal? ? '
He had to die some day or the other,
But, he died for OUR sins, brother.
If that aint big a deal enough,
Open your heart, It's jus a bit tough.

I looked at her again,
the tears masking her pain.
Lying in her arms, He be,
How could someone bear this agony?

But strong her will, as she believed,
Her son is only resting.
The time will come, to be relieved,
and he'll go home, to his nesting.
Where His Father awaits his home coming,
Afterall, the hardwork's done!
Baby! He came... Oh boy! He lived... Mankind-he won.
His pure life, in this darkness humming.

Thoughts bound in darkness,
Pure hearts muddled in sin.
With every bout of forgiveness,
Let The circle of filth begin.

Sometimes I think It's cruel to 'curse'
A man who shed his blood.
A hundred thoughts, my head-they flood,
Is it the reason, I go from bad to worse? !

Can love be as cruel as this?
Can love just flow in vain?
Can love that forgives, cause so much pain?
When you sin again and again and again.

The body she holds is bathed in sweat,
The face disfigured by blood and wounds,
Did she ever regret?

Of being the mother of a star,
a star whose radiance, love shone.
The door of her heart, left ajar,
By He, who walked out alone.
A space, a void, that none could fill,
A body in her arms, lies so still.
She hopes and prays, her faith be true,
Her son will rise, a star anew.

In a moment of despair,
He lets out a loud cry,
Forsaken not, he should be,
As he looks out to heaven up high.

He knows, HE will, His Will is strong,
His faith has met no match.
To THE ONE, he does belong,
His love will take him back.

THY WILL, BE DONE, said He,
Like to the master, a genie.
Our sins, he paid with blood,
Showering love over all humanity.

In debt, I am, to this Man,
The one, I have never seen.
The heaviness in my heart keeps mounting,
To meet him, Am I keen.

Ask Him, will I. To be born again,
Back in the time, when he was,
Ask him will I, to live for himself,
His death seems a lost cause...

Sins committed, purified by his blood,
Sin again, will I,
His sacrifice seems in vain,
as I sin till I die.

He was human, I am too,
But, THE SON of GOD, was he,
We are Called to be children too,
But we so do love- human reality!

I very often think to myself,
what made him hang in there...
Was it His Dad's will he was doing,
or hoping it was a nightmare.
(cause a father, Will forgive his Son's screwing)

He could've backed, out of the mess,
Gone on to lead a revolution,
With subjects proclaiming 'YOUR HIGHNESS'!

Tempted, fickle minded, weak he wasn't,
Neither a coward, was he.
A man who fought the bravest of wars,
and Embraced his destiny.

Arms outstretched, opened wide,
Spat on and mocked by fools with glee.
Even as they applauded his death,
He prayed that they may be forgiven,
Oh, What Irony..!

What irony tis to be given life,
By the man you so happily killed.
Hearts of friends left so broken,
and a mother whose eyes are filled.

Filled with anguish, helplessness, pain and grief,
the summit of what a human could bear,
as Tears flow down her cheek,
The life that was, is beyond repair.

Brave- the heart that soldiers on,
fearing not the impending dark.
Bearing in mind, the battle's just begun,
Life and Death- the contrast stark.

The warmth of her touch,
The look in her eye,
Wishing right now,
that he'd get up and smile.

The faith in her heart, the strength of her mind,
A subtle smile on her face, of HIS love, remind.
Of, His love, remind!

As the last breath he took, he knew his job was done.
Without picking a sword, his battle against sin was won.
Love and forgiveness was his way,
Of offering mankind a key,
To rid ourselves of all the misery.

He fulfilled His promise,
to God Almighty.
'Thy will be done and Let thy kingdom be.'

The choice is ours to make,
the choice to set us free.
His sacrifice wouldn't go in vain,
If we only used the key.

As, I bow down, my head, today,
Not to weep, to mourn, or pray,
But, to express my gratitude, to
THE BEST MAN I'VE KNOWN,
JESUS CHRIST- MY SUPERSTAR,
to whom, my all, I own...
to whom, my all, I own...