I came across an old book,
one that never was very popular–
ignored by the architects of our faith
who must have considered it
a poorly cut stone–
an odd fit–
not proper for a foundation.
Ancient words describe the child Savior:
a realistic child,
a brat
who played with other children,
broke the rules,
and sassed back to adults,
striking them blind with the fury of a child’s tantrum.
He fooled around on rooftops,
made clay birds fly,
and raised children from the dead
so they could defend him when he was wrongly accused.
A hellion!
I know it’s not Gospel Truth,
but it’s what I want to believe.
“there are more things in heaven and earth than your philosophy’…thoughts of the past are still thoughts written into words through the minds of humans…did those of the past really know more than we do now/…u struck a note