Jesus Eats

One afternoon in a cave far away

A table is drawn for many,

as they slowly come to sit 

each chair hand carved with heart

knowing care given to the soul that will sit there.

As they file in, it is plain to see

How different they are

Nothing in comin' by face or deed.

In one chair a man who has seen little day light,

still baring the chains marking 

how violent his life has become.

The next is pale and sickly

baring legions on his skin

showing a love that has betrayed him.

A general sits down next,

squinting through his glasses

he wonders why the world thinks he mistreats his people,

darkly he wonders if his people feel the same.

Solemnly another enters with a long beard and a head fully dressed.

Lines mark his face from when he has smiled at others strife.

A Doctor is next who feels she has done no wrong

as her actions were all some one else's choice.

More fill up the table with stories of strife.

Pain and fear.

Hatred and angst.

All enemies to those who are just.

Then their host raises his hand

marred by gracious love

for all those who attend

with a small blessing, He says

"my friends let us eat!"

Outside as they eat

There is a deafening roar

Signs wave in the air

to protest the day.

They claim someone as Lord

but little do they know.

Inside a cave,

With those the abhore

Jesus Eats