The Man Called Christ

In his day he came riding on a colt As he came by a unique name called Christ His life spiced the world with eternal salt And made him to be forever a Priest He sustained his life with much of the corn As he hated the beer from the sorghum Not even once had he been found to con He was not a man to chew bubblegum As a small baby he did not have a cot As an infant he slept near the cow dung God did not allow his holy body to rot The cross was his lot on which to be hung He was formed as the only begotten Son To fully illuminate earth as bright as sun