Rejection
They didn't want Jesus Christ for their king,
being meek was an utterly detestable thing
They didn't want Him for their king,
what conquering tales could this man bring
They wanted a fierce one like Julius and Alexander,
men who were lecherous and loved to pander
They didn't want a king who was pure and angelic,
they wanted a king who brought back bloody relics
They wanted a king who sung tavern songs,
and endorsed riotous living for living long
They didn't like the way He made His disciples walk,
and how His miracles made sinners give pause and balk
They didn't like to hear the goodly words He spoke,
and how He was surrounded by poor and simple folk
What kind of army was this they scornfully wondered,
that didn't lie or steal, that didn't kill nor plunder
No, this man was worthy of a Pilate rejection,
He with the flinty face of godly perfection
For on His cross it said, "He was the King of the Jews"
but the unbelievers said He wasn't the king they did choose
Don't be like Judas: who for money made a sell-out decision,
and got rejected from being part of the righteous twelve
Those paid to spread the lie that Jesus Christ had not risen
have a very special place reserved for them in hell
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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