when with joy and confidence shouting the
name
Jesus, the Christ in small churches and
tall cathedrals
marketing his name and brand, while others
advertising their products to consumers in home
and far away in overseas, Jesus of Nazareth
the man who hung on the cross with
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
the birds that have nests and foxes that
have holes
while he, the son of Mary, the Nazarene
had neither a place to live nor possession
to protect
reminding me i have nothing to lose
neither any to market, nor to advertise
but only a cause to live, a life
to suffer pain to offer more for the little
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