This is a poem I wrote that appeared in the June edition of World Team’s newsletter, The Link:
The words of Confucius were not a mystery
He spoke with the wisdom of men throughout history
For what gain was found in exchange for the soul
Men reach for their chest and find a huge hole
For the price that was paid for the wisdom of men
Came at the price for a soul filled with sin
Creation bears witness and the verdict is in
There’s nothing Confucius can do for you then
But the wisdom of God came at a high cost
He came down to earth; saved those who were lost
He bared all our burdens; took them to the cross
Submitted His will to the Father – the boss.
Christ blood was poured out; for us it was shed
His body was broken as he showed us with bread
For it doesn’t matter what Confucius said
Alas! Jesus Christ rose from the dead!
Confucius could talk ‘til he’s blue in the face
Could fight the good fight and run the good race
But when reality stared him back in the face
He found that his wisdom was without a trace
Man’s wisdom is void since the day of the fall
Man’s victory over death is in Jesus, our all
It’s on His name that all men must call
Why don’t you ask him to break down your wall?
