the man with no name <br /> <br />he had no name, <br />he would stare and smile where ever he went, <br />but he would never laugh or talk, <br />he gave a present of love and fate, <br />he always wore the same clothes and he never had a scratch on his body from the streets, <br />he never thought of himself but only others, <br />until one night to dawn he crawled out of his box of carboard, <br />and looked up to the sky and saw his father, <br />but his father wasnt a normal guy that died in past, <br />he was past and future and present, <br />he was known as GOD, <br />the man with no name had a name, <br />his name was JESUS CHRIST, <br />but that would explain the holes in his hands and legs, <br />but he had no scratches or bruises from wat i seen, <br />i was wrong, <br />he had wip slashes on his back to prove wat he did for our sins, <br />but they were purified and disappeared, <br />his body became perfect, <br />i miss the man with the stares with smiles behind them but if i looked up, <br />he would be doing the exact same thing i would see him do everyday.<br /><br />Serenity Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-i-thought-had-no-name/
