One Solitary Life

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    One Solitary Life
    He was born in an obscure village
    The child of a peasant woman
    He grew up in another obscure village
    Where he worked in a carpenter shop
    Until he was thirty

    He never wrote a book
    He never held an office
    He never went to college
    He never visited a big city
    He never travelled more than two hundred miles
    From the place where he was born
    He did none of the things
    Usually associated with greatness
    He had no credentials but himself
    He was only thirty three
    His friends ran away
    One of them denied him
    He was turned over to his enemies
    And went through the mockery of a trial
    He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
    While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing
    The only property he had on earth
    When he was dead
    He was laid in a borrowed grave
    Through the pity of a friend
    Nineteen centuries have come and gone
    And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
    And the leader of mankind's progress
    All the armies that have ever marched
    All the navies that have ever sailed
    All the parliaments that have ever sat
    All the kings that ever reigned put together
    Have not affected the life of mankind on earth
    As powerfully as that one solitary life
    Dr James Allan © 1926.
     
    One Solitary Life
    He was born in an obscure village
    The child of a peasant woman
    He grew up in another obscure village
    Where he worked in a carpenter shop
    Until he was thirty

    He never wrote a book
    He never held an office
    He never went to college
    He never visited a big city
    He never travelled more than two hundred miles
    From the place where he was born
    He did none of the things
    Usually associated with greatness
    He had no credentials but himself
    He was only thirty three
    His friends ran away
    One of them denied him
    He was turned over to his enemies
    And went through the mockery of a trial
    He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
    While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing
    The only property he had on earth
    When he was dead
    He was laid in a borrowed grave
    Through the pity of a friend
    Nineteen centuries have come and gone
    And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
    And the leader of mankind's progress
    All the armies that have ever marched
    All the navies that have ever sailed
    All the parliaments that have ever sat
    All the kings that ever reigned put together
    Have not affected the life of mankind on earth
    As powerfully as that one solitary life
    Dr James Allan © 1926.
    Thanks for posting maggot ! Merry Christmas!
     
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