John, the Baptist
He was a forerunner of the Saviour,
They couldn't comprehend his behaviour,
He dwelt in the woods,
The prophecy stirred his moods.
He ate locusts and honey,
People thought it funny,
His vision wasn’t in their range,
They saw him strange.
He baptized the repentant by the River Jordan,
He saw the glory higher than,
He was arrested,
His faith was tested.
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