I met Jesus today His name was Palestinian Issa… Jesus he was called On the altar of “chosen-ness” he was crucified Time and time and time again
His face was Palestinian Olive, with a hint of agony Yet Years of torture fail to conceal the glow The purity of his soul peeks through The sparkle in his eyes invites you to dive in
His pain was Palestinian The colour of his words Grips your guts And squeeze… squeeze … squeeze Until you lose consciousness You fall on your knees Begging for forgiveness
His faith was Palestinian “Their sadism too much to bear In the street I waited for a car No way out but to kill myself Twilight hour the fall of night The call to prayer woken my heart Healing balsam caressed my soul Maybe…. In this life… still…there is something I can do”
His heart was Palestinian Carved with sorrow Filled with love Flames of rage and roars of thunder Hound his torturer to his grave
His tears were Palestinian His first crucifixion… he was only fourteen On the second, he was nineteen From then on He was crucified every minute
…of every hour
…of every day
…of every week
…of every month
…of every year……
His dignity was Palestinian Anguished by his rapists With his broken back he stood tall His wounds run deep… his head held high He saw the rainbow in the horizon When all gave up he gave them hope
His smile was Palestinian It has been said: “To smile when confronted with most severe oppression Is an act of Resistance Rooted In unparalleled beauty” * The smile of Issa Was Palestinian
His resilience was Palestinian “As he punched me in the face I felt stronger As he kicked me in the stomach I felt stronger As he slashed my arm I felt stronger”, he said
His hope was Palestinian Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah Bouncy words sprinkled around Buds of trust bloom and grow His broad grin whiffs you to life
His nightmares close their eyes
His tales of horror lie to slumber
When all lost hope he saw a future I saw Jesus today
