What If Jesus Came Here Today?
Poetry
When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged him on a tree.
They drove great nails through hands and feet, they made a calvary,
They crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to our town, they simply passed him by.
They never hurt a hair of him! They merely let him die.
For men had grown more tender; they would not give him pain!
They only passed on down the street, and left him standing in the rain.
G.A. Studdert-Kennedy
Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Kimberly Kirgerger
