Mortal Man

“Mortal man, fought and ran,

Took the seed of sin because he can.

True love, needs no chains,

Weary is the heart that feels the pain.

Down the wide road, he wandered far,

Down through the forest, where the signs are.

‘Come hither, pleasure has never been closer to thee’,

‘Taste of the fruit, and little gods you’ll be ’

That’s right,

Take a big bite!

Finish the fruit before the night.

Two souls, now naked and ashamed,

Stand in the garden, still mortal but maimed.

Flee to cover, cover up what’s intimate,

Being a god doesn’t feel like the infinite.

By pain, more mortals shall be birthed and nursed,

To ceaseless toil they are condemned to a soil that is cursed.

Women shall seek to challenge the authority of Men,

Though Men would rise above them again.

Are we partners or rivals?

Hunters or the prey?

One fruit, a lifetime of spirals,

From family to strays.

Yet in the seed of a woman, lies our only hope,

A sinless one, clothed in scarlet robes.

Of all the fates God could choose for His Son,

Into suffering and poverty, He choose for the Holy One.

How can a carpenter from Nazareth be the King?

How can one who was beaten and bruised cut our strings?

‘Save yourself Jew’, I cried out to Him upon that cross,

For all my hope lay on Him, and now it’s lost.

I watched as they buried the Chosen One,

Died like any of us, so now to fear I succumb.

Mortal man fought and ran,

With the Immortal dead, to hell we’re damned.

But three days after my hopes were torn,

I heard of some women who no longer mourned.

When I came to His tomb,

I found it as barren as a childless womb.

Sadness gripped my veins,

Who’d steal a peasant King’s remains?

I wept for the desecration of the grave of an innocent man,

But in truth, I wept for the treatment of God’s Lamb.

A week later, as I walked around town in sombre silence,

I saw the ghost of the Man who shut the mouths of Lions.

As if in a trance, I walked towards Him in fear,

Wondering if the crowd around Him could also see Him here.

When the crowd cleared, He remained behind,

And to my shock, He looked at me with a smile that was kind.

Anxious sweat streams from my brow,

As His eyes into mine, they bore.

Countless thoughts swam through my mind,

As I stared at the man who gave sight to the blind.

Mortal man, fought and ran,

Took the seed of sin because he can.

Yet the Immortal Lamb paid the debt.

So Mortal man can return home after a mortal death.