THE MESSAGER

He wore no fancy suit; he slept not in a royal suite

Yet he talked of a higher royalty.

 Whose sandals be was no worthy enough to untie.

 Survived on insects and insights.

Speaking wisdom and truth into lost and dissolution hearts.

Sent to prepare the way with nothing but his voice!

Of great importance yet he considered himself least 

Camel skin as his only covering

Ha! He must have looked funny!

Spoken of, years before he, suppressed people’s expectations

A people who expected thunder, lightning and a rumbling voice

Not some humble being with a loud persuasive voice.

Talking about someone he had not seen

With constant disapproval from religious fanatics

Who knew the truth but choose to disregard 

Because they saw truth in lie, and lies in truth

Hence missed to see the truth, God in form of a man.

With boldness he spoke of someone better

Someone who would baptize not just with water but spirit.

He finally landed in prison

A lunatic speaking gibberish and blasphemy...so they said.

Even so he didn't stop speaking

Eventually his side lined analogy came to pass

Lots heard it but few listened, lots saw it, but few perceived 

But still his assignment he completed

inspired by John chapter one!