Knew a man before,
  so full of life,
took little, gave more,
  such a beautiful wife.

This man, humble, bright,
  sought not fame,
true visionary, surpass our sight,
  God given, his name.

Quietly came, then went,
  not much did he say,
labored for a mere cent,
  went about his way.

Knew a man long ago,
  once I saw what he knew,
harvest from what you sow,
  his visions weren’t so new.

This is what I learned,
  what it was that he knew,
cannot be bought, nor earned,
  we are to love – me n’ you.

He stood tall, not too proud,
  hung from a cross,
there so quiet, not loud,
  so many, still lost..

Long, last march, to the grave,
  bag pipes, as they play,
Jesus died, rose, still saves,
  His eulogy - words He’d say.
    © 2010 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.