In the quiet hills where the olive trees sway,
A gentle voice whispers at break of day.
The sands of time have borne His decree,
That all are beloved, and all shall be free.
In His gentle eyes, no shadow of disdain,
For rich or for poor, for loss or for gain.
He walked with the humble, He dined with the meek,
His wisdom was bright, yet His heart, never sleek.
Children of dust from the earth rose to stand,
He lifted the lowly with the touch of His hand.
No crown of gold, or throne of might,
Could dim the truth of His equal light.
Gleamed not His message of power and pride,
But of love without boundary, of hearts open wide.
For the scholar and shepherd, the pauper and king,
In His gentle embrace, equality would sing.
Our fates intertwined, beneath His vast sky,
No soul left uncherished, no heart passed by.
For in every brother, and every sister’s face,
He saw the reflection of God’s holy grace.
His path eschewed grandeur, adored every creed,
Gave hope to the lost, fulfilled every need.
So, let us bind hearts, as He taught us to do,
In a chorus of love unfailing and true.
Thus, here we stand, hand in hand we attest,
That in the eyes of Jesus, we’re all blest.
And in this shared bond, forever we trust,
Children of heaven, fashioned from dust.
by Bakchos
