They are few.
But slowly growing in numbers.
They are weak.
But gradually getting stronger.
They are led by one.
Only one.
They flock to him.
Like sheep.
His speeches captivate them.
Enthralling all.
As a General of Rome.
I'm taught not to fear.
Anything.
Or anyone.
But I fear him.
Their leader.
This man.
This man named Jesus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and wonderful spiritual write. A deep affirmation of faith in Jesus. Beautifully written.
Thank you Rose Marie for your most kind and most gracious comment. And take care good Rose Marie.