A Common Man

There once was a man,
a very common man.
He was tried and found guilty.
All at his trial cried out for His blood
This common man.

What were his faults?
He had taken Sin,
the adulterers, the murderers,
the thieves, the liars,
the rapists, the molesters,
the idol keepers, even the
faithless followers, and
put them on his shoulders.
This very common man.

This common man, just a carpenter,
slept wherever He could. Wandered around
the country, surely he was a vagabond? And
He ran around with the worst sort of people.
That’s why they took Him, he didn’t belong
In this world.

He wouldn’t give a defense. Just stood there silently.
They whipped Him, mocked him, and took His clothes.
Then sent Him on a death march, with a crown of thorns.

On the cross they hung him, with the epitaph “King of the Jews”
“Father forgive them for they know not what
they are doing” cried this common man as
He looked down from the cross.

For a moment in time, the longest in history,
this common man took all the Sins of this
planet and bore them with his life.
Alone and forsaken, He died on
a cross, This common man.

Darkness seized the planet
and the earth shook with grief.
The veil in the temple was torn
The anger of God was felt.
This common man was he really so?

Three days passed and death
had lost it’s hold.
The dead had risen in Glory as a King.
Saving those, that had eyes that could see,
ears that could hear, hearts that could love,
and faith that could believe.
This was no common man, indeed.