The Son of a Carpenter

Born without blood nest and sin piercing sting, By divine message was his praises sung. Gabriel announced the emergence of his Lord King. That without blood he will elude sin that stung. Truly,he came,he lived,without fixed wrongs. With hammers and chisel he lived with them, Nail pierced his hand; oh an humble man God. 'Naughty boy',his mother will pluck his hem. Beyond that,he retained his post as God, And he conveyed his words without dared rod. Lo!,finshed task, then he unveiled the mask, Leaving behind his cherished companion. And groomed folks to resume the thriving task. Though,by faith and Love,he his come and gone, Look at the cloud,He is going to come. c.2017