Jesus the Merchant
He taught in stone temples
bricks built on law,
in the streets, he preached
and the people did thirst
at his heavenly decree,
that could raise nations
from the daunting sea.
Found on the highway
of the king of Jerusalem,
Jesus Bar Joseph,
crown of crowns
on his fabulous mane,
He was like a merchant
buying goods for our souls
selling in the marketplace
old memories, old songs.
Till he did kneel
to a kings zeal
carrying the drift of souls
burdened by the sin of
a world grim and cold,
he bought us at a great price
like a true merchant indeed.
Copyright © Timothy Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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