One Solitary Life

He was born in a village.
He worked in a carpenter's shop until He was thirty.
He never held an office.
He never owned a home.
He never had a family.
He never went to college.
He never traveled far from home.
His friends betrayed Him.
He was nailed to a cross,
In between to thieves.
His exucutioners,
Gambeled on his only possesion;
A coat.
And now look at it,
He is "The central figure of the human race."
He's just Jesus.


ChipotleChick said...

The savior of human kind, the symbol of love, the reason to hope is nothing but a simple carpenter, proving once and for all the biggest changes in life come from the most unexpected places. Makes you wonder why we focus so much on movie stars and Hieress's when the true change is going to happen while everyone is so busy looking at the stars.