A Man I Met

A man I met…

A man I met said don’t despair, now I have returned
I’m sure you know this time I’ll save your weary world
Yes I am who you think, my way was, and is spurned

What are we in need of today he wanted to know
How can I answer as I fight to catch more breath
Good I say and honesty, goodness and honesty

This is all he says, my have things moved on some
I supplied fish, cooked on a burning bush with wine
Sorry he say’s I don’t want to anger the house of Rome

Rome the city I chuckle, you’ll be very welcome there

No the nation of Rome who’s sentence, was so unfair
The Roman army had men like grains of sand he says
And fighting men were they with weapon or hand

No I say Rome has the church of god at it’s very heart
People travel in pilgrimage to see gods chosen mentor

This man sends your father’s word now ever distant
With computer and television it reaches in an instant

Has no man learned his lesson about my father’s way
It was spoken for a time when people slept on hay
Truly taken forward into a day now so obviously modern
How can any of these poor persons my father now adorn

Now fear I feel as now I see shadows in his eyes
this man can do no harm, he slowly kneels and cries

Wicked was mans way, father sought simple change
This is now a way of life, even he’d find very strange

People I say are fickle, and need their holy players

He stands to look at me and says, but for death, I was their’s