For the Love of Man
From the break of day through the noon sun,
We toil until our work is done
Drained we turn to the ones we love,
Searching always for that special One,
For the love of man you sent Your Son,
And for the love of Man He brought no gun,
To stay alive He hid inside of everyone!
For aeons they did look for the only Son,
In the deepest oceans, on the highest mountains,
Staring at the sun, waiting for Him to come,
Tolerating none, we called for that special One,
Killing those who showed a spark,
Lives cast away in the name of your Son,
The sound of the beaten drum,
Calls to the heart of everyone,
Sacrifice the young! Worship the sun,
They don't know how to find the Holy One,
With torn flesh and broken bones,
Killing the heart of that Special One,
Quietly He dies inside of everyone!
For the love of man you sent your Son,
And for the love of Man he brought no gun,
To stay alive He hid inside of everyone!
Break your swords, stop the lie,
Bring to light the Son inside,
It will be too late to find that Special One,
If He dies inside of everyone!
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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