The Jewish Messiah

Born of ancient promise, in Bethlehem's humble stall,

Yeshua walked the dusty roads, a Jewish heart enthralled.

His lineage traced through David's line, a covenant unbroken,

Messiah's footsteps echoed, the Word of God awoken.

To the Lost Sheep

He taught by Galilee's shores, His parables profound,

To fishermen and tax collectors, grace and truth unbound.

"Repent!" He cried, "The kingdom near!" His voice both firm and kind,

To the lost sheep of Israel, salvation's hope defined.

Miracles and Mercy

Blind eyes opened, lepers cleansed, the lame began to dance,

The Gospel flowed like living water, a healing, vibrant trance.

He dined with sinners, touched the outcast, love without restraint,

Israel's heart awakened, redemption's sweet refrain.

The Cross and Resurrection

Yet shadows lengthened, whispers grew, betrayal's bitter cost,

The cross, a rugged symbol, where love and justice crossed.

But death could not contain Him; the tomb lay empty, bare,

Resurrection's dawn proclaimed: Israel's hope restored, everywhere.