HIS DIET
WAS LOCUSTS
AND WILD HONEY
MANY EUROPEANS
TURN THEIR NOSE UP
AT THE LOCUSTS
BUT IN HIS DAY
AND CULTURE
LOCUST AND HONEY
WERE A MEAL FOR THE POOR
THE VERY POOR
WHO COULD SCAVENGE FOR IT
IN THE WILDERNESS
IT WAS THE VERY POOR
AND POOR
THAT JOHN PREACHED TO
THE MAJORITY OF THE POPULATION
THE PEASANTS
ROUGH TREATED HUMANS
CREATE
A ROUGH RELIGION
SO JOHN SPOKE TO THEM ROUGHLY
BUT IN HIS HEART
HE WAS LIKE A PARENT DISCIPLINING HIS CHILD
WHAT MUST WE DO THEY CRIED
SHARE WHAT YOU HAVE
CLOTHING
FOOD
BE HONEST IN YOUR WORK
BE HONORABLE
IN YOUR DEALING WITH OTHERS
BE A CHILD OF ABRAHAM
REMEMBER
BEING A CHILD OF ABRAHAM
GAINS YOU NOTHING
IF YOUR ACTIONS ARE UNWORTHY
OF BEING ABRAHAM’S CHILD
JOHN WASN’T A DIPLOMAT
HE WAS BEHEADED
NEITHER WAS JESUS
HE WAS CRUCIFIED
BUT BEFORE THAT
JESUS
WITH A DAWNING SENSE OF VOCATION
JOINED JOHN’S
RENEWAL MOVEMENT
HE WAS BAPTIZED
GOING DOWN INTO THE WATER
LIKE THE RED SEA
COMING UP A MEMBER
DEDICATED TO CHANGE
FROM THE SLAVERY OF THE OLD
TO THE FREEDOM OF THE NEW
BY THE TIME JOHN DIED
JESUS HAD BRANCHED OUT ON HIS OWN
JOHN WAS A GOOD FRONTMAN
BUT JESUS THOUGHT
HE PREACHED
AN ANGRY GOD
HIS CONCEPT WAS DIFFERENT
HE BELIEVED GOD LOVED HIS CREATION
WANTED WHAT WAS BEST FOR HIS CREATION
WHO WOULD
THOUGH HE DIDN’T KNOW IT AT THE TIME
DIE FOR HIS CREATION
JESUS WAS A PEASANT
HIS FATHER WAS A TEKTON
A DAY LABORER
HE SHARED WITH OTHER PEASANTS
A NATURAL DISTASTE
FOR CHURCH
AND STATE
BOTH IN HIS MIND
WANTED TO KEEP HIM DOWN
AND TAKE HIS MONEY
HE SAID TO HIS FELLOW PEASANTS
YOU HAVE DIGNITY
WHICH CANNOT BE TAKEN AWAY
YOU HAVE BEEN CREATED BY GOD IN HIS IMAGE
WALK PROUDLY
HOLD UP YOUR HEAD
YOU ARE
EACH OF YOU
GOD’S FAVORITE
WHICH WAS WHY
WHEN HE ENTERED THE TEMPLE
WHEN HE SAW THE GOUGING OF THE POOR
HE BECAME INCENSED
AND IN A HOLY RAGE
CHASED THEM FROM THE TEMPLE
SO DOING
HE HAD SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH WARRANT
HE HAD UPSET
HOWEVER BRIEFLY
THE MONEY MACHINE
FOR THAT
HE MUST DIE
THEY KILLED HIM
THEY PLANTED HIM
THEY WALKED AWAY DUSTING THEIR HANDS
THAT’S THE END OF HIM THEY THOUGHT
BUT HIS TEACHING
BURST FROM THE TOMB
LIKE A SWARM OF LOCUSTS
AND THEY SANG AS THEY FLEW
TASTE AND SEE
THE SWEETNESS OF GOD
FRANK A VOLLMER
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