Son of David

Born to Lead, was David’s Son,
though Earthly Honours were not Won.
In exile raised, the Pharaoh’s land,
amoungst the Nile and Dunes of sand.
To distant places, Strange and far,
traversed intrepid Yeshua.
Until to Zion, he returned,
Upon his lips, the Gospel Burned.

He Walked on Water, Raised the Dead,
with tiny Fishes Crowds were fed.
Drove out Demons into swine,
turned pure water into wine.
Touched eyes dim, so blind men saw,
sanctified the sullied whore.
With eloquence and endless Wit,
He Mocked Allowed the hypocrite.

Toleration he thus Taught,
in thy Brother find no fault.
Don’t point specks out in his eye,
lead not children hence awry.
In Secret Pray, heed my Word,
there alone, ye shall be heard.
Love one another, I Decree,
that’s the Way, can’t you see?

Save us please, you often wail,
with thy Hammer, Whip and Nail.
Tell me then about thy loss,
when it’s you upon the Cross.
If Truth you want, go and search,
perhaps eslewhere instead of Church.
Not outside, but in the Heart,
that’s the Perfect Place to Start.

Son of David

Max Gatrell

London, United Kingdom

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