The Son of God

On the day of the Sun at the church of God

Listening to sermons the Pastors deliver

Love the world love the people

Make them free and live forever.

A boy born in a sacred church

Grew up saying the Son’s name

His touch healed the ailing crowd

His words gave life to men

One fine day he saw a man

Alone lying ruefully ill

He took him to the Church

Nurse him & make him heal

A photo fell from the ill man’s bag

It was of a heretic god

“The man doesn’t believe in Christ

What a pity!” the Pastor thought

As he told the man about Christ

The man bursted in tears

Holy Ghost the Pastor thought

One more soul he has made God’s dear

But the man again worshiped the heretic god

The Pastor lost his patience

He screamed at the ailing man

Asking him to come back to sense

“Heretic gods are from Satan

Destined to take man to Hell”

The man awed at the Pastor

As the Pastor made angry yell

Rising to Christ's glory, the Man said

“What healing would you do to me?

When your heart is as dark as devil

Which god will you make people see?”

God is beyond any philosophy

Not for a mortal man to define

He is a matter of faith and wisdom

Which no Bible or Church can confine

As he said this, he left the Church

The Pastor tried to stop the Son

But all he found was a blood shed cross

Alas, prejudice failed the test of wisdom . . .