A Christian Asked Me Yesterday

A Christian Asked Me Yesterday

A Christian asked me yesterday

What’s wrong with Christianity

As though he had in mind I’d say

A man of flesh a god should be.

That makes no sense to me at all

For how can God become a man

Since that should be impossible

As mortals are part of His plan?

Would anybody bend their knee 

Before one who is flesh and blood?

Considering that he should be

A human being, no one should.

Whilst if he were the virgin’s son

How could he have a human dad?

And why would God’ve ever done

Such an unkind thing to the lad

As not to be around the house

When needed by his mother, say,

Abandoning His faithful spouse

And being off somewhere away?

What’s more, to sire someone’s son

What of the man who married her?

The marriage ties would be undone

Where God should be an adulterer.

That’s not to mention peace on Earth

And no more wars or suffering—

Forget about your Virgin Birth 

For what Messiah’s meant to bring,

Which wasn’t what Messiah’s meant

Conceived and dreamt of by the Jews

Though Christians make an argument

That from the get-go they’ve to lose.