There down by the whispering
trees he lay
The man whose life had
passed away
But indeed his soul lived
on,
He put his burdens after all
Whenever service made its
call
His life was good, he was
content
Although his clothes were
ripped and rent
Continuing down the
narrowest path
He trudged with pride and
not with wrath
Steps ringing true and fair.
How did he live, you might
just ask
And though small words
cannot exact
They seem to put it best,
He lived with trust, with
care, with love
With sorrow and with God
above
And for it he was blessed.
Throughout the tale his work
proclaimed
Including no fortune nor
fame
He fought a war with peace,
Against the adversary’s
sword
With using only prayer and
word
A worthy one, much strength
and stature
Gave this man a hint of
grandeur
With leagues of followers in
sight
He protects them with all
his might
Much love he gave to all
mankind
Eternal happiness in mind
For all who’d pay
attention,
His lifelong goal to spread
goodwill
Was echoed to his listeners,
still
Some felt he caused
contention.
Despite the good he caused
in man
There was the world against
him then
And they would not give up,
They vowed to kill this
humble seer
Destroy the truth he founded
here
And remove his bitter cup.
After pain then followed
trial
Nearly poisoned from a vial
Led to court down trod and
filthy
Charged by men who claimed
him guilty
Men who whished him slain.
A song reverberates in the
jail
Sung with men's tears
leaving trails
With “man of grief”
instilled,
Soon shots flew through this
poor man’s chest
“O Lord, my God!”, and
then a rest
The hero has been killed.
His people cried, ran to the
streets
The Lord Himself I’m sure
did weep
Due to the leader’s death,
But though the sadness
lasted long
His people stayed forever
strong
With never-faltering breath.
Who is this man who lived so
well,
His purpose time most surely
tells
Whose ending was so swift?
Some people know him as
their leader
Others say he’s a deceiver