A man with Story

This is my story

  I saw a man, somewhere downtown the hill doloroza,

As I sighted him, he raises his brawl and it attracted my instinct.

I took few steps towards him and I stoop, squat for he's a man who have a story.

He said to me, "boy! do you know me?"

I replied, " I can only know you through your untold stories ".

He gazed, I sensed he was convinced and won by my reply.

Dusting up his head, wrapped with thorns and trying to weave his garment around his body razed by stripes, he said "sit", 

and all he could offer me to sit was a stone in the garden of Gethsemane.

Again, he said, "take my hands", taking his hands became a switch of time,

We journeyed in trance, to stone age where their highway was dust and chariots and their courtrooms with Sanhedrin’s and Caesar was the Paramount one.

Now hear my story if it will inspire you, he said.

 

"I am a king born in a stable,

whose blanket was raffia and my jingle the blat of rams and cattle,

A presence of gold, frankincense and myrrh was presented at my birth, but my birth became more a threat than Joys.

A decree for all male infant was made on my behalf, it was a vindication of death which brought wailing for long.

I was smuggled out by night, oh what a twist of fate,

A King became a fugitive of his own.

 

In constant to time and seasons, I was driven far beyond destiny and purpose my parents couldn't understand,

to her it was a heartbreak when I told her the crowd around me are my family and brethren above her,

Oh! the joy of motherhood was trenched.

I became the mission of the vision I was assigned for.

 

I elected twelve from the street and said to them, come fish after men.

Is really looks like I'm becoming a trojan horse with strength to enthroned my stolen kingdom.

With ticks and tocks, I conquered my territory, established my campaign and issue my governance, although this wasn't without retaliation,

"for the government shall be upon his shoulder".

I was rejected by my own

"he came to his own, and his own received him not"

Oh! how I became an outcast of my own.

 

I was kissed by my right cheek and he brought him a ransom of silver, 30 pieces

it led me to the den of vipers whose stings were venom of death

The just in the den of the unjust,

Hmm...!

It brought the bitter shame and sorrow.

I borne numerous stripes in my lingering chamber and a unanimous grief than mouth can tell.

 

They lay upon me a heavy burden and I was led with anthem of scourge by tyrants of men,

in the place of skull I was hung, on a tree with excruciating pains as they pierce my hands and feet with inches of nail and spear.

I was left to die by men I gave life

Sigh! It was terrible to behold.

 

The living water became tasty,

the bread of life became hungry,

In an untold tongue I lamented and cried the heavens looketh down with clouds, I said

"It is finished."

I was laid to rest in a sepulcher, rolled with stone and guarded with weapons,

how men thought they could keep watch my cemetery,

But no! I conquered the grave

On the 3rd day, the Power of death lost his Victory for I arose from the death and my proclamation lived with you humanity forever.

 

I am the man JESUS, whose Victory over death brought Redemption.

I am your inspiration behind EASTER.

HAPPY EASTER, CHRIST IS RISEN😊