The Man Called Jesus Poem by Oyekake Satty (O S) Joshua

He raised their dead,
And healed their sick,
He tended their wounds,
And mended their hearts
He was a friend to publicans -
the least associated.

Here stood,
The creator of the universe,
The essence of life,
The King of Kings
He who molded their flesh
and embroidered it with sinews.
Who paid attention to Him?

He rejected no one
who needed Him,
He rescued a Harlot
from shameless puritans
And restored sanity to a mad man
Who took His teachings to heart?

What was he rewarded with?
He was betrayed by one friend,
denied by his best friend,
and abandoned by the rest.

He was mocked and beaten -
Stripes on His back,
A crown of thorns on His brow
He was nailed to a cross.

He was given a sponge of vinegar
to quench His thirst.
He was pierced on the side
and left to die
while his mother watched.

They showed kindness
to a murderer than to Him,
the Lord of Lords.
Who stood by Him in His agony?
But his mother and few women

Though He was born of humble parents,
And died like a criminal,
He remains the Savior of the world,
In whom salvation is granted to us all.
That by His death and resurrection,
We should be reconciled to God.