San Grail Or Sangria
San Grail? Sangria?
From humblest manger beginnings,
He grew a wit to teach
the Temple’s teachers,
but in His age,
the sad reality...:
The world was rife with prophets and preachers.
He was a novelty, a prodigy --
received as well then as such are today --
childlike, unsettling ‘Od’ity and Upstart
Who crossed all class boundary.
Until He was grown,
this carpenter’s Son
won no followers,
had no fun or friends,
seemed consigned to the same oblivion
as other prophets who met quiet ends.
But His public career got launched just fine,
since His first miracle was making wine.
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