From His beautiful mind are words so sweet.
My thoughts entangle and my voice is swallowed by the noise,
but His flows so freely.
There's nothing like a man who owns his words.
Sadly, not even Socrates measured up to such honor.

His utterings are not philosophies
created by men who helplessly could not see beyond their wildest dreams.
He is misunderstood by the close-minded
and resisted by the hardened heart.
Some don't let Him speak at all.
They spit on His reputation with a distorted perception of His testament.
I stand in awe as His instinct is to help them uncover a clearer path
with such willingness to patiently peel away the layers of darkness of a human heart,
while my reaction would have been to shut the door and cry, "Never again!"

He sees a better world,
though I can't see past the bloodshed, the hatred, and the poverty we caused in the world He gave us.
He dreams of taking us there,
but many of us turn back to Egypt before the Exodus has even begun.