The Chosen Child Poem by Charles M Moore

The chosen child
may drive you wild
but that is not his aim
his suffering bleeds intensely
as he soaks up all your pain
he asks you just to love him
yourselves and others too
to cast off your entanglements
and let him come to you

He's not there as a ruler
he's not there as a king
he understands simplicity
and all that it can bring
there's no need for confusion
no need for you to fear
the chosen child is by your side
you waited, Now he's here.