You know son, I was always afraid you were going to get into trouble
I tried to raise you right, I really did
I raised you just as if you were my own child.
I truly love your mother and I believed her story
And in the end, it really didn't matter because I loved you too.
I know we didn't have much
You were raised in a shack
Soon we had so many other mouths to feed
But we took you to church
Tried to teach you God's way
Even though you weren't always the best behaved.
I probably should have kept a closer eye on you
The problems seemed to start when you left home
I should have paid more attention to the malcontents
You started hanging out with
I guess their dads were probably in the same fix
Too busy running their businesses
Not spending enough time loving their children
Soon, you were doing all kinds of things I didn't understand
Hanging out with prostitutes and druggies
You quit working
Started just wandering around telling people stories
Telling them their money was worthless
Always drinking wine
I'm not quite sure what possessed you son
Why you suddenly felt compelled to stir things up.
I'll never understand why you started all this
Why you had to take on the government
I don't know why you didn't feel comfortable with us
Why you couldn't just come home to your family.
You were always welcome
But you just had to change the world.
I'll miss you son,
I love you.
Well...
We'd better go Mary. It's Passover and it's a long walk home.
I'm not the most traditionally Christian of people; I'm actually often somewhat of a critic. Still, I don't have any animosity toward Christians or their faith and I really recognize the beauty and majesty in a lot of their music and other art. Sometimes it's fun to explore Christian tales and those of other faiths and guess at what else might have taken place. This is my tribute to Joseph, Jesus' earthly father.