WHEN JESUS CAME TO BIRMINGHAM
When Jesus came to Golgotha, They nailed
Him to a tree, They drove great nails through His hands,
And made a Calvary. They crowned Him with a
crown of thorns,
Red were His wounds, and deep; For those
were crude and cruel days And human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham, They simply passed Him by;
They never hurt a hair of Him, They only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender And they would not give Him
pain; They only just passed down the street And left Him in
the rain.
Still, Jesus cried, "Forgive them, Lord,
They know not what they do:"
We
first read this poem many years ago, but it impressed us so we
have never forgotten it. We searched long to find it, and
present it in this issue of Plain Talk.
