On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me

It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free

You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline

A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin

I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around

You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound

As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis

Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis

A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid

You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS

Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames

And the inspiration derives from your holy name

The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight

Did you know they actually sent children to fight?

It’s true, and in your name no less

I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success

They next denied the holocaust

But never you think all is lost

They’re right on board with marrying gays

Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase

I don’t think you fathom the harm to come

The damage that’s done because you’re the son

Of the holy god, my former employer

Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers

Heres some advice, take it from me

You’re wasting your time, get off that tree

Get down, and have a long talk with your father

Tell him “**** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”

People mocked him as he confirmed his name, Jesus of Nazareth.

For he did not wear expensive apparel nor his fine jewellery.
They could not see past the appearance of the 'sinner' and mistook him as just a lowly son of some carpenter.

He taught forgiveness,
he knew what it meant to love with your full heart. He defined humble.
And that's why he was weak in the sight of men.

For the world sees's humility as such a weakness when it is so much harder than pride.

He was judged by man & found guilty.
His clothes ripped off, the King's dignity was taken away. The eyes of the children were covered by the hands of their mothers as Jesus took the punishment that belonged to us.

Almost beaten to death, he was still made to carry his own grave, the cross. His ripped, bloodstained skin nailed to a piece of wood as if he were a worthless object.

Hours went by and his head started to bow in agony as he waited for death to come upon him. He tried to stay strong as he glanced over his brothers and sisters but he knew he had already fulfilled his purpose.

He held his head up for one last time & said to his father,

"It is

finished".

Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount to speak to those around him. And yet his words, his wisdom, his divinity have lasted over two thousand years. But look at what has become of his legacy? Have you been to Vatican City? Have you seen the Basilica? What does it have to do with Jesus' core message?:  Love one another. The collective wealth of the Roman Catholic and Protestant churches around the world is so massive that it cannot be determined. But Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount. Jesus would find upon his return a sight obscene:  a colossal monetary worth of those who were supposed to carry on his teachings! Jusus would scream:  "Sell all your worldly possessions! Sell the Basilica! Sell all the priceless and precious objets d'art in your collections! Sell all your churches! Give all your money to the poorest of the poor! Do you not remember what I did when I entered the sacred temple and found money-changers? I turned over their tables! I threw their coins on the floor! I threw the money-changers out! I found corruption instead of holy caring! What was my crucifixtion for? Pray to God and care for your fellow human beings. Do it in a vacant lot. Call it the Cathedral of the Sky.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks