when i was, with joy and confidence
shouting the name jesus, the christ
in smaller churches, and taller cathedrals
marketing his name and brand, while
others were advertising their own products
to consumers in home, and far away, in overseas
jesus of nazareth, the man who hung on the cross
with only his loincloth, softly spoke to summon
with tone so temperate that one can hardly hear
to come and live with him, to see for my self
those birds that have nests and foxes that have holes
where he, the son of mary, the nazarene
had neither a place to live nor possession to protect
reminding me that he had nothing to loose, or advertise
nor anything to market but only a cause
to live, a life to suffer pain
shouting the name jesus, the christ
in smaller churches, and taller cathedrals
marketing his name and brand, while
others were advertising their own products
to consumers in home, and far away, in overseas
jesus of nazareth, the man who hung on the cross
with only his loincloth, softly spoke to summon
with tone so temperate that one can hardly hear
to come and live with him, to see for my self
those birds that have nests and foxes that have holes
where he, the son of mary, the nazarene
had neither a place to live nor possession to protect
reminding me that he had nothing to loose, or advertise
nor anything to market but only a cause
to live, a life to suffer pain
to offer more life for the little
Henry Victor 26.01.2003
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