THAT MAN

THAT MAN

That man travelled villages to cities
Well, he walked through blazing trail
There he sat beside a well
Villagers knew Him not – But they all had a story to tell
People put labels on Him as an identity
That man left behind His impression
Enemies plotted – how they wish this name could blot

They created a fantasy to escape that man’s reality
Some listened as His voice echo
Many draws near him and follow
Others say it is insanity
That man’s body bore the stigmata
Nations impressed upon everyone who loves Him a stigma
It is a reality – that man’s name leads to eternity