A Kiss and a Tear (all copyrights reserved by Karla Johns)
Born in a stable humble and low, wrapped in torn cloth from his head to his toes
The angels sadly carried to this site down below, the kiss and the tear that His father bestowed.
His home in the village was of rather poor means, He wore simple clothing not the garments of kings
His mother would sit at the doorway and sing, songs of love to this Son that the heavens did bring
At twelve He taught and the elders amazed, His wisdom far beyond His years and His days
That this Child knew what questions to raise, brought musing and concern from the religious ways
As He wandered the hillsides His followers came, He chose of these twelve whom He called by name
A rumbling arose that He was playing a game, although He raised dead and healed blind, deaf and lame
The powerful felt threatened by the one the meek sought, they put out an edict, they wanted Him caught
A bag of silver was prepared and a brief scuffle fought, the Man held at sword-point calmed the rest of the lot
He suffered the cruelty, He gave no defense, this angered His attackers, they thought it made no sense
For this Man to accept every listed offense, while those who knew Him best pleaded His innocence
The nails in His hands the cross raised high, the guards gambled at His feet as His mother watched and cried
Forgiveness He asked for all as He prepared to die, "It is finished" were His words as He released His last sigh
He was buried in a tomb humble and low, wrapped in torn cloth from His head to His toes
The angels gladly carried to this site down below, the kiss and the tear that His Father bestowed.
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