He was a sad, homely man
With no redeeming physical features
The hungry, the sick, the lame, and handicapped,
All followed him to receive whatever he could give;
He fed the hungry, healed the sick, cured the lame
and infirm, and gave sanity to the insane.
He even raised the dead! All of his worldly
possessions were the clothes he wore, no place
even to lay his head, except when he visited friends.
The penalty for his goodness was a cat-o-nine-tails,
laid cruelly across his back thirty-nine times;
a crown of thorns thrust upon his head, a nail to
pierce each hand and his crossed feet; his beard
was plucked while he was blindfolded, spat upon,
and punched in the face; all done by hands he
had healed or fed. He was mocked and scorned
by those he had loved, as he hung there naked,
humiliated, and abandoned by his friends. His
final answer was not retribution; it was,
“Father, fogive them, for they don’t understand
what they are doing.”
What is your answer to Jesus?