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.