Andrew Charles Forrest

The Disciples

The  Disciples

 

There was one now there are millions

Like the skies had opened and the rain delivered them

 they’d all come to earth

To tell us we were lost

 

There was one without a reason

Asked a question that had no answer

So we followed him to his death bed

wrapped him in a shroud to keep him

 

There was one whom we believed in

he said; love my father for he will keep you

He’ll protect you from the evil

So we built houses in which we prayed

 

There was one who had no hatred

Who moved amongst us in the market

He washed our feet and made us well again

He fed us all when he had nothing

 

There was one the world was full of him

He was the glow in every candle, hope

where there was nothing but despair

and they called us, his disciples...