Not what we expected

Not what we expected 

I'm sure he knew but never said

Just gently demonstrated

The blind can see, 

The hungry fed

We thought he'd come in splendour

All shining like the sun

And slay the mighty eagle

Our enemy on the run

But broken, lost and dirty things

We're mended and made whole

With a smile that only children see which lingers in the soul. 

This prophet, man , Messiah 

Our enemy becomes 

He did not dance 

He will not sing 

Regardless of our drums

The law decided who was right 

And who it was to blame

And anyone who will not succumb

Deserves eternal shame

We built our temples 

Furnished rooms

Feasts laid for a king

But when he came 

And showed his face 

We didn't see a thing.

But those who saw

And understood 

The lame, the poor, the barely good

They gave him all

And this they could 

Because they knew his name. 

Joe Morriss

June 2020