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,
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.
I know it’s not Gospel Truth,
but it’s what I want to believe.