The Cobbler's Christ

The Cobbler's Christ

 His wife and children passed away,

And left him with a little child,

He chose to raise him his own way,

But when he was of age he died.

The man was full of bitterness,

His heart was cold he longed for death,

For life was gone from every bliss,

And his dear son held no more breath.

He went to the priest and ranted his sorrow

But the priest turned his eyes inward

And he returned with new thoughts for tomorrow

New thoughts and a bible to read.

Through the Bible, his life was changed,

Each day he would read it and ponder,

And his thoughts uplifted, his heart softend

And his thoughts were filled with wonder.

And he dreamed that the Lord spoke to him,

Promising to come to his home the next day,

So he sat by the window to watch for Elohim 

But as he waited things happened on the way.

The snow shoveler came by, tired and cold,

And the Cobbler brought him in and warmed him with tea,

And the story of Christ was told until lo

And behold the man wept, thanked him, and departed

Next passed a poor woman and her child, scantily dressed,

He brought them in, warmed them, and gave her a cloak,

And sent them off with thoughts of God,

For he told them his dream and what the Lord spoke.

Last an old woman carrying a bag of woodchips,

Had a boy steal an apple out of her basket,

And the Cobbler in haste ran up the steps,

To mend the fight, and tell them of Christ.

At the end of the day, when he went to his bible,

Four figures appeared, the four he had helped,

And the same voice declared, at their arrival,

I came today, and by you I was fed and clothed.