One Life

Her name was Miriam; Joe Jacobson was his. When I first encountered them, They had no kids. But she was pregnant, In a most obvious way! The city was bustling more than usual, And they had no place to stay. They managed to gather some wood, tarp, and crating, In a filthy alley,behind the local hotel. "No rooms were available for them," Was the story they had to tell. Then, I heard , that later that night, Their baby boy was born. Only a few, undesirable street people, Were there with them to see the light of morn. Yet they were rejoicing over that one life, That entered the world that day. A life about Whom countless multitudes, Would have countless things to say. Some would follow after Him, And hang on to every word He said; While other men were jealous, And plotted to see Him dead. For only a span of thirty-three years, This Man traversed this sod. And mankind has the chance to be free, For this Baby of humble birth, was the Son of God. Charlie Pelota