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The Galilee Man
There was once a man from Galilee with glad heart he had
With tinseled strings and simple things he chose to stand alone.
This man from Galilee, a simple man was he
With tender mind, eyes not blind, and lips that always spoke kind.
This man from Galilee so lonely was his lot
No friends, money to spend, and fame he knew not.
This man from Galilee, an interesting man he grew
With wisdom sure, heart so pure, and diseases to cure.
This man from Galilee grew from boy to man
Flesh and bone, praying alone, not loud but gentle tone.
This man from Galilee, a friend of bums and other scums
Who made kings from tramps and bums.
This man from Galilee so humble, so divine
With many names, shunning fame living each day the same.
This man from Galilee a gentle breeze on his knees
Bleeding, suffering, to please His Father to give His life to me.
This man from Galilee with timber on shoulders bore
With steps of pain, souls to gain, and continue bleeding more.
This man from Galilee, from other lands he came
With loving eyes, heard my cries and I am not the same.
© 2016 Kenneth Avery