Miles He'd walk and rest He'd bring
To those weary of life long stings
Where cried many a sleepless night
Many crippled, some without sight
Laying hands, Holy by birth
He'd touch and heal the sick on Earth
The dead would rise by his command
Great were his deeds, all this for man
He'd teach the young and old to see
How they should live and show mercy
But somehow this was lost today
Translating if we had to pay
How could this trait that cost nothing
Convict the CHRIST who did something
Before breathing his final breath
He'd say forgive them father unto his death
There are merchants that till this day
Will speak of Him and of his ways
The Christan who will try to sell
JESUS the Word, Hell fails to quell