Poetry

Handed Down By Jesus

As I walked out in the street one day
I saw the eagle flying along the ray.
I saw the gentle and the law of fate,
I saw the warriors fading into comin’ days.

There’s sweat on every tool
and the shadows are cool.
I saw the girl of hunger staying for a while.
I saw the rivers growing,
saw the gentle smile.
I saw the mystery comin’,
heard the fading cry.
“Handed down by Jesus!”

There’s war in the breast
if you are a look-alike.
I saw honor and the givin’ of blood that never dies.
I saw the woman pregnant,
innocence that smiles.
I saw and then I was
where the eagle flies.

As I walked out in the street one day
I saw the eagle flying like a mornin’ ray.
I saw the gentle turnin’ down all hate.
I saw the warrior battlin’ as the comin’ day.
“Handed down by Jesus!”

                                                                             ~Michel Montecrossa

                                                                               Gauting, Germany

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