Thursday, December 25, 2025

To Be A King


By his birth he was marked as special, welcomed
By life, marked as working class carpenter, skilled
Education unknown, his words suggested high IQ
By his hands he built and crafted wood, into forms
Then a leader, a rabbi, a teacher, a King of Heaven
God chose him, as a martyr, a sacrifice, the chance
To enter Heaven, we'd embrace forgiveness, hope
While his birthplace was humble, he was the King
No one would ever replace him, he was God's son
Born to perform a task, unlike anyone before him
He was our living sacrifice, his life was a lesson
In the end we have to decide, where will we go
His arrival was our notice, life has meaning
How we respond to it, will decide our fate