A son was born on a day
On which no man could say
	“I am the father”.
	Only wise men would bother
To call this young boy The Way.

Though this boy never would sin, 
False kings would plot against Him.
	One day He’d give all
To redeem for The Fall
Of His subjects and of His kin.

Legions hanged Him to die.
He could’ve rose up to the sky,
But with temptation defeated,
He humbly retreated
Back to those who would crucify.

He will come again as the Judge
For He is the King and the Son.
Though they killed Him in strife,
	He was perfect in life.
And of course that great man’s name was