“It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.”
The word he preached became not flesh but blood—
Nor did he yield his own blood as a gift.
But he did long to draw you from the mud.
Why on earth would you question such a lift?
Oh, all his words, you doubters, you may sift!
You never heard him tell a coward’s lie.
Decay’s the only sucker that he stiffed.
Corruption was what he chose to deny.
And all the rules his heart rose to defy
Were the rules of the limited and weak.
Those he embraced, though seen indeed to die,
Lived on, prey for the envious to seek.
When his flesh fell to dust, what strength was lost!
You finished him – but failed to count the cost.