The Father, Son, & Holy Prose

The Father, Son, & Holy Prose could be considered a shrink-wrapped version of the Bible.  I think I got all the "major parts" in there.  Most importantly though, the wonderfulness of salvation as a result of death.  

After the fall of Adam back when time had just begun,

God sent to a world of sin his only begotten Son.

Cain had long ago killed Able out of anger, lust, and greed,

While the holy son of Mary learned to work with wood and read.

To the shouting jeers of many, Noah built with gopher wood.

The young new King would later teach of love and brotherhood.

Hated by his jealous bros Joe was cast into a well.

And Satan tried thrice tempting Christ all to no avail.

Sin was running rampant through the soulless hearts of many,

While a woman swept her house to find a lone lost penny.

Delilah cut off Samson’s hair yet he still brought down the house,

And the Son of Man he spread good news to leper, thief, and souse.

His fame it reached the temple mount and worried all the priests.

On a Thursday night with his 12 friends, he ate his final feast.

Then Judas sold him out and Peter swore he didn’t know him -

Had Christ known his whole life long where his ministry was going?

Arrested on a trumped up crime and nearly beaten to his death,

Silently he stood his place with calculated breath.

They placed a thorny crown upon his beaten, bloodied head -

It wasn’t yet three years ago his word began to spread.

They mocked him from the rooftops as he dragged his cross o’er yon,

Oh the miracles and things he’d done, the sea he’d walked upon.

He’d fed 5000 faithful with some bread and fishy meat,

Then they laid him on the upright; nailed him through his arms and feet.

Crucified that day ‘neath the hot Judean sky -

Given unto us that man no more need die.

The soldiers cast their lots for pieces of his clothes,

A savior to us sinners from his head a radiance glows!

He cried out for his mother, to his father, and for a drink...

He’d told us how to live our lives; words printed in red ink.

And in his last few breaths our sins he did forgive - 

For had He not died on that cross none of us could live.

But even as the gates of Hell prepared to draw him down,

News of resurrection like fire spread throughout the town!

The purity of life; the One born without sin,

Now sits beside the Father your soul is His to win.