The Quiet Life

The Lord himself

We call the prince of peace

He himself lived in the Roman Peace

A peace enforced by soldiers

A peace on people pressed

A quiet life in Nazareth no less

 

But a quiet life of wood and nails

Came one day to their end

He set out on the preaching game

To teach and to befriend

And quickly he found enemies

Gifted to disturb

Disturb the peace of privilege

Such a thing unheard

 

It ended badly

As we know

It ended on a cross

The wood and nails he’d left behind

Returned to seal his loss

But overcoming death itself

The final evil downed

He gives his spirit to the world

Prince of peace he’s crowned

 

Brian Fahy

25 December 2022

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