King of Kings (poem)

There is a rumour
That there is a Messiah:
That he has come
To fight our wars.

That by his hand
We will crush the Canaanites
That in the crush
In the blood-flushed wrench
God will prevail:
And peace on earth.

But I meet with him
He is beside me
In the kneading of bread
In the planting of seeds
In the tending of tears.

There was a rumour
That there was a Messiah
That he had come
To fight their wars.

He stretched out his arms
So broad
So open
That living water, mingled with blood
Still seeps into
The kneading of bread
The planting of seeds
The tending of tears.

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