Poetry

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The carpenter from Galilee
A little child upon His knee
Spoke words like none they’d ever seen or heard;
They sat enthralled beside the sea—
“Who could this be?” “Could this be He?”
They marvelled as their hearts were strangely stirred.

He spoke of God as One He knew
Not just another point of view,
He opened up the teaching of the Law;
Tradition long had dulled the Jew
To what was false and what was true;
In Christ, embodiment of truth they saw.

The centuries progress at speed;
We’ve seen the Light grow dull, recede,
The Truth is hid behind a false facade;
Though there’s abundant word and creed
True childlike faith must often cede
To dead religion’s pompous masquerade.

His Word is Truth from which we learn,
His Spirit teaches to discern
God’s ways from man’s—by Him we understand;
To our ‘First Love’ let us return;
All those who come He’ll never spurn;
The Carpenter is now at God’s right hand!!

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