I met this guy called Jesus
A man in the real sense
He understood the pain of life
He carried it, bared it, admitted it
He tried to tell his friends of it
They were having none of it
He begged his Father to let him off the hook
Father wanted all of him
So he drank bitter wine
Nailed the problem
There and then
Embraced the pain of life
Weeping for his beloved friend’s death
Having compassion on the foreigner
Welcoming the outcast
Light in the darkness
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