There are people after Jesus. <br />They have seen the signs. <br />Quick, let's hide Him. <br />Let's think; carpenter, <br />fishermen's friend, <br />disturber of religious comfort. <br />Let's award Him a degree in theology, <br />a purple cassock <br />and a position of respect. <br />They'll never think of looking here. <br />Let's think; <br />His dialect may betray Him, <br />His tongue is of the masses. <br />Let's teach Him Latin <br />and seventeenth century English, <br />they'll never think of listening in. <br />Let's think; <br />humble, <br />Man of Sorrows, <br />nowhere to lay His head. <br />We'll build a house for Him, <br />somewhere away from the poor. <br />We'll fill it with brass and silence. <br />It's sure to throw them off. <br /> <br />There are people after Jesus. <br />Quick, let's hide Him.<br /><br />Steve Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-to-hide-jesus/
