He'd said "I bring no peace, I bring the sword. My coming will enshroud the world in strife, Set brother against brother, man 'gainst wife. So must it be, when I to some am Lord,
To others heretic, blasphemer, thief." He'd known what might ensue, of course he had. But, like a loving son, trusted his Dad, And so he wept; but not from simple grief.
Good things are seldom unalloyed with bad. The news he brought to some would mean new life, To others pain, the scaffold or the knife, Would keep some sane, send others barking mad.
That much was foreordained, for good or ill, The moment God endowed us with free will.
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Wrong again, Mr Spiggott.
Date: 2012-02-20 01:54 am (UTC)My coming will enshroud the world in strife,
Set brother against brother, man 'gainst wife.
So must it be, when I to some am Lord,
To others heretic, blasphemer, thief."
He'd known what might ensue, of course he had.
But, like a loving son, trusted his Dad,
And so he wept; but not from simple grief.
Good things are seldom unalloyed with bad.
The news he brought to some would mean new life,
To others pain, the scaffold or the knife,
Would keep some sane, send others barking mad.
That much was foreordained, for good or ill,
The moment God endowed us with free will.