From Son to King
From Son to King
The star above was shining bright,
Calling the shepherds in the night.
The babe was born without a cry,
The horses and cattle were silent, even the fly.
Later came the boy who played his drums,
For the baby while the father and mother hummed.
After the boy came three intelligent men,
Who brought gifts for the child who was a toddler then.
Two were good presents for a male while one was for the dead.
To be preserved for after he died for his final resting in his bed.
As the child grew into a young and fine man,
He received love from many adoring fans.
He walked the streets while teaching,
He visited temples while preaching.
The blind could see and the deaf could hear,
For he saved their eyes and cleansed their ears.
Loving not hating the ones who wished him dead,
He walked through the town with a caring tread.
His twelve friends following his every step,
They never did disobey him, his laws they always kept.
The man stopped the sea with one look of his eyes.
He saved his fishermen friends from an early demise.
He met them as he stepped on the now calmed waves.
For every step he took, what ended up behind him looked like a road newly paved.
His father then sent him out on a journey,
If it were anyone else, they would not make it, must be carried back on a gurney.
Forty days and forty nights he walked the dessert alone,
There he was tempted by a snake who hissed at him in a bone chilling tone.
If thy is so hungry, turn the stone into bread.
That way thy’s hunger will be feed.
“No, “said the man whose stomach stabbed his sides,
“I will not bow down to the devil that only lives on evil souls and his pride.”
When he got finished with that task,
He walked to a new town without a mask.
His friend bought him a donkey to ride on,
While the townsfolk laid down palms for him to walk upon.
The priests thought of him as evil for what he said,
They soon began looking for ways to make him dead.
The man’s friends for twenty-one pieces of silver,
Said that he would deliver.
So when the man knelt down to pray,
After two hours soldiers came and took him away.
They beat him and whipped him and crowned him, too,
Yet the man still forgave them and let them enter his kingdom anew.
They led him thought the town with thorns on his top,
Even when he fell, they never let him stop.
The wood he carried was what killed him.
Then when he was up the sky his father did dim.
The storms didn’t calm, for the man was dead.
He was laid in a friend’s family tomb, his final bed.
A stone was then rolled in front of the door,
For they believed he was no more.
On the third day the man was gone,
For the stone that had been rolled away had only been a puzzle piece, a pawn.
His friends he visited alive as he said he would,
Yet still believe he was a live, none of them could.
The last thing he did was grab his mother’s hand,
And ascend into the land of the souls that aren’t dead.
Everyone who joins him will live forever with love,
I hope you think of this poem the next time you see a white dove.
The star above was shining bright,
Calling the shepherds in the night.
The babe was born without a cry,
The horses and cattle were silent, even the fly.
Later came the boy who played his drums,
For the baby while the father and mother hummed.
After the boy came three intelligent men,
Who brought gifts for the child who was a toddler then.
Two were good presents for a male while one was for the dead.
To be preserved for after he died for his final resting in his bed.
As the child grew into a young and fine man,
He received love from many adoring fans.
He walked the streets while teaching,
He visited temples while preaching.
The blind could see and the deaf could hear,
For he saved their eyes and cleansed their ears.
Loving not hating the ones who wished him dead,
He walked through the town with a caring tread.
His twelve friends following his every step,
They never did disobey him, his laws they always kept.
The man stopped the sea with one look of his eyes.
He saved his fishermen friends from an early demise.
He met them as he stepped on the now calmed waves.
For every step he took, what ended up behind him looked like a road newly paved.
His father then sent him out on a journey,
If it were anyone else, they would not make it, must be carried back on a gurney.
Forty days and forty nights he walked the dessert alone,
There he was tempted by a snake who hissed at him in a bone chilling tone.
If thy is so hungry, turn the stone into bread.
That way thy’s hunger will be feed.
“No, “said the man whose stomach stabbed his sides,
“I will not bow down to the devil that only lives on evil souls and his pride.”
When he got finished with that task,
He walked to a new town without a mask.
His friend bought him a donkey to ride on,
While the townsfolk laid down palms for him to walk upon.
The priests thought of him as evil for what he said,
They soon began looking for ways to make him dead.
The man’s friends for twenty-one pieces of silver,
Said that he would deliver.
So when the man knelt down to pray,
After two hours soldiers came and took him away.
They beat him and whipped him and crowned him, too,
Yet the man still forgave them and let them enter his kingdom anew.
They led him thought the town with thorns on his top,
Even when he fell, they never let him stop.
The wood he carried was what killed him.
Then when he was up the sky his father did dim.
The storms didn’t calm, for the man was dead.
He was laid in a friend’s family tomb, his final bed.
A stone was then rolled in front of the door,
For they believed he was no more.
On the third day the man was gone,
For the stone that had been rolled away had only been a puzzle piece, a pawn.
His friends he visited alive as he said he would,
Yet still believe he was a live, none of them could.
The last thing he did was grab his mother’s hand,
And ascend into the land of the souls that aren’t dead.
Everyone who joins him will live forever with love,
I hope you think of this poem the next time you see a white dove.