He was born in a stable
He never won an election.
He became a nomadic preacher.
He was unjustly condemned to death
Nineteen centuries have come and gone.
Yet no one affected men as much as He.
In an obscure village.
From there He traveled
Less than 200 miles.
He never went to college.
He never owned a home.
He never had a lot of money.
Popular opinion turned against Him.
He was betrayed by a close friend
And Hid other friends ran away.
Crucified on a cross among thieves
On a hill overlooking the town dump,
And when dead, He laid in a borrowed grave.
Empires have risen and fallen.
Mighty armies have marched,
And powerful rulers have reigned.
He is the central figure of the human race.
He is the Messiah, the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
Author Unknown