They labelled him ‘A Devil’
A man on a cross
Crucified by the mothers of the children
He laid his hands on to grace with virtue
Bleeding for the worth of those he created
Readied unto the death by screams of terror
So I heard. And read
Offered the cup of bitterness and offence
The ruse of release and a little release
That could thwart the holy cause
For which he could’ve sat on the sidelines
Refused the company of family
Denied of the very ones that called him ‘brother’
Despised for no justifiable reasons
By those with whom he attended ‘Primary school’
The expectations of perverts and wolves in the guise of sheep
Cheaply bought justice. A sum so small
Bought the betrayal of the soul of a man
A man, a Prophet, The One Anointed to Save
For public credibility and political aggrandizement
They condemned him to die
His silence was taken for dumbness and guilt
And his words, though true, held blasphemy
Their wisdom held that he should die for all
And died for all, he did
Alas, I beheld one of haggard countenance
Brutally wounded, destroyed beyond recovery
An unworthy thief, undeserving, unrighteous
He tasted of the Master’s goodness
And lives now in the kingdom
Where his hard-hearted judges claimed
Dwelled in their hearts
I beheld once more in the glass before my sight
A new man, unreprovable
An embodiment of the incorruptible seed
Sowing words with tears, bearing precious seed
And reaping with rejoicing on his lips
Sacrificing thus with a voice of thanksgiving
“You are worthy to take the book
And to loose the seals of it
And to look upon it
For you were slain and hath redeemed
Us unto God by your blood
Out of every nation and kindred
And tongue and people”
“My old man is crucified with Christ”.