Miraquill
If I'm Born in Nazareth
If I'm born in Nazareth
If I claim to be the Son of God
You'll know my name, you'll know what it takes
To call oneself the Son of God
If three bearded men came over
And left me with their pride
You'll know my name, you'll know what it takes
To be living, to nurse pride
If I walked on water
If I kissed the wounds you hurl at me in hatred
You'll know my name, you'll know what it takes
To live past your puny hatred
If I ever had an epiphany
I'd gift you a sonnet, or a hundred and fifty four
You'll know my name then, you'll know what it takes
To stand before you, to be what you call a whore
If I lead you to the end of the rainbow
And you thank for saving you again
You'll know my name for sure, you'll know what it takes
To swallow your words, and to love you in vain
If I'm ever born in Nazareth
When the downtown traffic hits hard in Calgary
In a manger gawked at by a million stares
Hawked at, balked at
By a dozen puppet players
You'll know my name again, you'll know what it takes
To wear this Crown of Thorns
To bear this wooden cross
©rishabhpal22
