The Gospel and the Gate

From Nazareth He came to heal the lame.
Shiraz would give her Son to show the way.
A carpenter by trade He lit a flame
A textile merchant would renew the day

They came from far and wide to feel His love
Letters of the Living sought Him out
Anointed in water beneath a dove
The seed from which a holy tree would sprout

The pharisees colluded with empire
The mullahs with the shah would persecute
They’d nail Him to a cross that He’d expire
They’d hang Him by a spike before they’d shoot.

But faith was never killed that way
For darkest night just hastens day.

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