JESUS THE MAN
| He walked the earth that we now tread A wise and gentle man He spoke of peace, and love, and hope As only Jesus can You may not be a Christian And I fall short of this But if we lived his words of love We'd live a life of bliss Some say he was the son of God While others say not so And who is right and who is wrong Perhaps we'll never know Some claim that all religion Has no place with modern man Creation is a joke they say And point to Darwin's plan Some claim he's just a weakling's crutch Their words are harsh and strong But he mainly spoke of peace and love So how can that be wrong? He's helped to ease the troubled heart He's helped to soothe the tears His words of love live on today They've lived two thousand years No longer do I kneel in prayer A truth I will not hide My belief in God was weakened When the one I loved had died The mother of two children She died aged twenty three And I strongly felt resentment That He'd forsaken me I see young children dying I see the earthquakes might And many millions starving How can this escape his sight? For if there is a God above And if his power is strong He'd look down on this troubled world And right so much that's wrong The grapes of Christianity Have withered on my vine I've lost the faith that warmed me And I know the loss is mine Yet when I walk with nature I feel an inner light And though I may deny it I know God's still in sight And the silent voice within me That tells me how to love I feel certain that it emanates From somewhere up above And if there is a God above I'm just a mortal man How could I conceive his wisdom And conceive his Godly plan? My faith is badly shaken Yet deep within I find I'm just a damn agnostic Who can't make up his mind I'm just a plain and simple soul Few men would call me wise But I've seen the true believers And the light that's in their eyes And in this world of toil and stress Of terror, pain, and grief I salute the true believers And envy their belief And despite the staunchest skeptic There is truth beyond compare That the hardest heart will soften When a child is knelt in prayer The teachings of the Bible Are debated every day And what the final truth is I'm not wise enough to say The word 'God' means so many things We won't know 'til we die If it's just describing 'nature' Or a Spirit in the sky But those who smirk at Christians Are on very shaky ground They can't laugh at a 'Creator' 'Til more proof has been found The beauties we call 'Nature' Are there for all to see And to claim they weren't 'created' Sounds a trifle false to me Though I confess I'm not a Christian In the true sense of the word To claim that life 'just happened' Well, I find that quite absurd Science claims to have the knowledge Of how life on Earth began But despite their brilliant theories They can't create a man They've produced a clone of animals With tissues and some tricks But that's akin to building houses After God supplied the bricks We have so many 'miracles' That science can't explain And when they try to reproduce them Their efforts are in vain I admire the scientific mind And the 'break-throughs' it can bring But without existing elements It can't produce a thing To produce 'Perpetual Motion' Man has failed in every way Yet this old Earth keeps on spinning In 'Perpetual Motion' every day And the planets of our Solar system Make their regular run Whirling in 'Perpetual Motion' As they travel 'round the Sun There are other things that puzzle me But the answers I can't find And until I have those answers I'll keep an open mind And the theories of Charles Darwin The only thing they prove Is that 'Mother Nature' never sleeps She's always on the move As life moved through its stages New challenges were solved Mother Nature made the changes That's how life on Earth evolved When I write of 'Mother Nature' You might find my reasoning odd But 'til I have the proof I'm seeking Mother Nature is my God There is a 'Power' that governs But what that 'Power' might be Is beyond the limitations Of a simple man like me And it's not just Christianity That has its smirking clan A belief in 'God' has blossomed Since the early stage of man And although all these religions Don't share the same belief Those who try to steal it from them Are the lowest form of thief Whether Christian, Buddhist, Hindu Animatist, Islam or Jew They have a right to their belief The same as me and you And Atheists should enjoy the right To their different point of view At least they've thought about it And that's more than some will do And for the many in this modern age Who hold no view at all I think your life is very empty And your thinking rather small I didn't want to write this poem Religion makes some tempers hot When I was asked to write of Jesus At first, I thought I'd better not But the emails kept on coming And although my mood was grim I took up pen and paper And commenced to write of him But I found myself restricted For my faith is not profound When I write about religion I walk unsteady ground I could have dodged this touchy subject And refused to write of it But although I'm not a wise man I'm not a hypocrite Perhaps I'll disappoint believers And the non-believers too And if 'Just Verse' should be ended That judgement's up to you Because if I've upset too many I'll do what's only right You'll never read my words again I'll simply close this site But I believe in this man Jesus And that he really walked this earth That the words he spoke were wisdom And they've been of constant worth And the presence of this Jesus Is with us still today This earth would be a darker place Had he not passed our way They nailed him to a wooden cross His head was crowned with thorn They watched him die a painful death And treated him with scorn A gentle man who spoke his truth And tried to show the way But some men feared the prophet's words They fear them still today And whether he was man or God Is cloaked neath 'Mystery's Shawl' But he preached the words of peace and love And I applaud them all K.D. Abbott © 2007 |
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