I do not talk of God
I’ve never seen him
I talk of Jesus Christ
Now him I know
And what he said
And how he lived
What happened at the end
And how he promised heaven
To all who call him friend
When he died they buried him
Laid him in a tomb
But Sunday saw it empty
Like coming from the womb
He does not do spectacular
He deals in living words
And disciples are the things he seeks
Who live by what they’ve heard
This is no foolish fairy tale
No sentimental thing
This has all the power
That humble truth will bring
It led to crucifixion
And suffering we will know
But follow him forever
Yes Lord where e’er you go
Brian Fahy
18 March 2023
Erris Poetry 