As He spake unto me I was quiet, I was all ears, all of me listened.
In this solitude of mine behold!, I saw the child as he was born
To the mother whose burden society was unready to welcome
She cast her shame into the people's eyes, poised to face come what may
Her story still goes doubtful, her only son is bound to be troublesome
But I saw her take him up into her bosom, cuddling him her cursed son
She loved him anyway, her first fruit in maidenhood
From across the Chaos, I heard the knock of those that sought him in the east
Men declared wise for they gaze upon the stars, their eyes always look up.
I could still hear their heart pound. Their life's pursuit is found at last
They laughed with satisfaction. Like that star, their eyes glittered
But the child cried. His coming has been a curse on fellow new-borns.
He grew with a heavy heart, always asking questions men had no answer
I heard him preach. Authoritative. All knowing. But declared a blasphemer!
I smelled the distrust in the hearts of those he claimed to love - his father's servants
Their stench was foul than the heap outside the city gate. The rot is in their heads
Their airwaves were clotted with waste, willfully trampling over the good
I smelled the sweat of the young man as he's taken to the mountain top
A lamb to be used as scapegoat. The world must learn from his heresy
His sweat was red. No it was blood. No, it was all of it. I could not stand it.
I smelled his breath as he died. A bad breath from a good Man. Hmm...
I had a sip of what they gave him when he thirsted. Sour it was. Even tasteless
Something better was given me - his flesh as bread, his blood as wine
The taste was different. Never like any before. It was neither good nor bad. Just new.
That night, his friends met and I was there by the fire side.
Everywhere was still. I tasted their fear. Yes they were right to be afraid.
Death hovered all around them. We could eat nothing. Our friend has been slaughtered
Such a bad taste for us to swallow even as we know that his death is for our good.
I felt a heavy but light hand on my collar bone, I felt the gentle squeeze
Our eyes collided as the Son of God stood in the place the Son of Man once was
Like the morning sun he sent chills of awe and newness into me, it dried my tears
I felt happy. He bought my borrows and paid with joy. I still feel it.
He who was dead just gave me life. He changed my name and wrote it in seven lines
And he promised an other gift so he can be me and I him forever
The gift of becoming infinite. So Son of Man can be Son of God.
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