Christian Mann
Poor in appearance
With hunger and thirst
Want for nothing more
Knew not of the purse
Gentle in demeanor
Never a bad word to say
He loved the whole world
It was simply his way
Given name, Christian
with surname of Mann
the object of ridicule
life’s harsh demands
He continued to smile
For all that he met
Because in his heart
He would never forget
The one man before him
That wandered the road
Burden upon burden
He had carried our load
Christian remembered
That all men were saved
and left to be judged
Upon judgment day
So, onward he went
Each day a new mile
Christian Mann gave us
A reason to smile
He taught all he met
Of the need to be pure
Because he also felt good
And really nothing more
“For, reward we attain
Is the goodness we feel
When we live a clean life
When we share in life’s zeal!”
This man, he had taught me
To be good and that’s all
So, I tell you now of him
So you, too, can be called.
Christian Mann had died
Alone, a while ago
A cheap pine casket
To be buried below
Buried in a cemetery
No words, except the priest’s
But, I know in my heart
That Christian now feasts.
He’s enjoying his rewards
That were promised at birth
If you suffer and endure
You shall inherit the earth
So, Christian taught a lesson
Whether or not you believe
Be a kind and generous neighbor
And try to never deceive
You must be open to love
And also be willing to die
So when your body whithers on
Your soul, it will fly!
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