In the tapestry of time, a man named Jesus,
No servants at beck, yet Master they confess.
No scholarly degree adorning His name,
Yet Teacher, they acclaim, in wisdom's flame.

No potions or medicines at His decree,
Healer, they hail, by the shores of Galilee.
No armies marshaled beneath His reign,
Yet kings tremble, His presence their bane.

No battles on fields with swords unfurled,
Yet the world conquered by love, in an otherworldly swirl.
No crime to stain His hands so divine,
Yet on a cross, the sacrificial sign.

In a tomb, His earthly vessel lay,
Yet, risen, He lives, dawn of eternity's day.
Greatest man in history, a paradox profound,
Jesus, the name in grace forever crowned.

December 21, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop