Jesus of Galilee

I walked one day where Jesus trod In a village along the shore I stood upon a sloping hill Where he preached to five thousand or more I ventured out onto the sea Where Peter and John plied their trade With mine own eyes I saw the place Where Jesus taught and disciples made I viewed the hills panoramic Stoic, stately, still, and compact From this backdrop He gave meaning To faith, hope, and love so abstract I recalled Peter and the others When a fierce wind they had to face Then came Jesus on the water Extending His hand of saving grace I thought of how much in common, Though it’s been two thousand years We have with those who lived in that day How Jesus still can calm our fears Jesus did not consider great Those holding power in their hand But had respect and compassion For the weary who worked the land. I was there with many travelers In their tears I discovered a clue In each was a burdensome story We had only told to a few