The Father's Son

His father created the universe And all that you could look at, and hear and see, His son was born with an empty purse He wasn't born entitled or wealthy. He wasn't born with a golden spoon His spoon was made only of wood, He wasn't destined to be a wealthy tycoon With the working class he proudly stood. He was born to a working man And to a mother who was a virgin and true, Because, that was God's most holiest plan Because, he loves both me and you. The son was born as the king of kings In a manger and on straw, Where he laid, the birds and the Angel sings From what they knew and heard and saw. He wasn't wrapped or covered in silk or satin Or covered with wealth from head to toes, He was born in Bethlehem and not Manhattan Blankets, were his swaddling clothes. He helped and fed the needy and the poor As he preached of God's ultimate love, Helping and loving others he did constantly implore As was taught by his father from Heaven above. He didn't believe in weapons to kill or murder Taught by and said the Lord, He didn't want anyone to hurt either him or her Whoever lives by a weapon will die by the sword. He was born as an immigrant Because, the politicians and people wanted him dead, Even though he was Heaven sent The words of God the accusers ignored and never read. He turned over the tables of money changers His prophecy was soon fulfilled, As his teachings of love and greed of money brought dangers Then the politicians and the wealthy had him killed. Randy L. McClave