BARA...BBAS!

 I met the man…I met the man!

No not the Man…I mean the man…

From Pilate’s court with joy he ran

‘I’m free again!’  the words he chimed

The market square, he stood to dance

Condemned to death, today he sang

“I don’t believe what He the Man…”

“had told the world ‘bout He’s the One…”

“But  all I knew, my death at hand”

“For me to be then He was hung”

He sung, he sung, a treacherous man

Who’s place He took, the only Son

His legs, His hands, the nails were rammed

His blood He shed though all He’d done

Was love beyond what we could stand

I met the man…I met the man!

And now you read and dare demand

“Who is the man you seem to shun?”

The man I met was me undone

Today I’m done

To Him I thank

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A HAMMER AND NAILS

Call me funny but I've been thinking. Thinking about what in a hammer and a nail would make Heaven qualify Joseph as the human father for Christ.

Thinking about why Heaven would introduce Christ to a hammer and a nail at such a tender age, when they ultimately would be the at the crucifixion, what the gun was at Newtown, USA.

Why did our Father's choice of a father have to be a Carpenter?
Was it perhaps to familiarize His son with the hitting-cracking effect of a hammer on the head of a nail?

If so it sure made Jesus Christ very frank. He'd hit the nail on the head whenever he got the chance.

Was Jesus being prepared? I wonder the number of times Jesus accidentally hit his own hand.

I wonder if he learned to value the 'ordinary' from watching his father Joseph carve something out of nothing. A lesson that ultimately led Him to refine fishermen into change catalysts.

O God! the lessons you teach!