“Jesus versus conservatives”

In olive shade beneath an azure dome,  
A teacher wandered, far from stately halls—  
He lifted up the poor without a throne  
And dined with sinners in their humble shawls.  

He walked the dusty paths with wounded feet,  
Preached mercy on the hills where lilies grew;  
He turned no stranger hungry from his seat,  
And blessed the meek, to love the world anew.  

Now voices thunder—clash amid the pews—  
Some claim His name to guard tradition’s gate;  
Their banners rustle, trimmed in tailored hues,  
In sanctuaries walled from hearts in wait.  

But Jesus, gentle past all party line,  
Spoke woe upon the proud, love as the plumb;  
He toppled tables, shattered hate with wine,  
And welcomed every child who dared to come.  

He set no borders round His open arms,  
Nor listed creed or law as foremost test;  
His gospel, simple: mercy, hope that warms—  
To shield the broken, give the weary rest.  

So in the fray of claim and counterclaim,  
Recall the Man who stooped to wash a friend—  
There’s room for grace beyond both scorn and fame;  
In Christ’s wide heart, all arguments may end.

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