He still walked the streets, one score and a decade later,
A little bent, wee bit wizened, graying at the temples,
Straining at his pushcart, a raised finger as a gesture,
Love for sale, no charge, unlimited shelf life,
Come one, come all, there is enough for everyone,
HE carried the Cross, Sins, greed and mistrust,
I give it free, the burden of love, take it free and give it free,
And when my pushcart is empty, crucify me,
Not on a cross, not in the middle of a desert,
Or with a spear through my heart,
But glued to a mound of flesh and blood,
Of human beings, rotting and stinking with hate,
Of human beings who refused my free offer of love.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
He still walked the streets, one score and a decade later,
A little bent, wee bit wizened, graying at the temples,
Straining at his pushcart, a raised finger as a gesture,
Love for sale, no charge, unlimited shelf life,
Come one, come all, there is enough for everyone,
HE carried the Cross, Sins, greed and mistrust,
I give it free, the burden of love, take it free and give it free,
And when my pushcart is empty, crucify me,
Not on a cross, not in the middle of a desert,
Or with a spear through my heart,
But glued to a mound of flesh and blood,
Of human beings, rotting and stinking with hate,
Of human beings who refused my free offer of love.
