The Hill Poem by Bernard Franklin

' A Millenium Message '

Upon a hill a lonely man stared down into the sea,
his lifeless eyes so dull and dead can’t focus now like me.
His shambling gait his limbs so frail were not always once this way,
for his inner strength was once so great it could lighten up the day.

His thorny crown has slipped a bit discarded at his feet,
for once it rode upon his head, when he walked with the elite.
A lonely man upon a hill was nailed upon a cross,
the people of the world were sad at such a tragic loss.

A sword was thrust into his side to see if he felt pain,
he sadly looked upon the crowd his life not lost in vain.
A radiant glow the heavens part, the son of God’s received,
so mortal man has much to learn if he thinks he’s been deceived.

Two thousand years of time have passed, a blink of the cosmic eye,
the lonely man upon the hill knowing why he had to die.
To save the souls of mortal man to pay for all our sin,
he must remain on the hill forever it seems, to ensure mankind can win.