Our Lords Plight

This poem covers the greatest story ever told Greater than all the kings and all their gold This story will bring about deep reflection Starting with the Immaculate Conception Of all the stories this is the greatest of all A complex child born in a simple stall Quickly the news covered the land A virgin would be Gods right hand Inside of her womb a God to a son Imagine this story has just begun Everyone knew this child was born to design Just open your heart and look for the sign Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great The first-born son was Harrods fate Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call To become the greatest glory of all This is my master this is our Lord He is the wielder and we are the sword He chose his disciples of simple men Hear tell one was straight out of the pen The Pharisees called on Pilot the king At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing” I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross As far as humanity that was our greatest loss But through all the loss just look at the gain Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain Over 2000 years after this child was born He came to the prison to make my heart warm Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free I reckon the rest would be up to me As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights Think of the story of our Lords plight