Here Was a Man
Here was a man; a man who was born in a small village, the son of a peasant woman.
He grew up in another small village.
Until he reached the age of thirty, he worked as a carpenter.
Then, for three years, he was a traveling minister
but he never traveled more than two hundred miles from where he was born.
And where he did go, he usually walked.
He never held political office, he never wrote a book, never bought a home.
he never had a family, he never went to college and he never set foot inside a big city.
But yes, here was a man.
Though he never did one on the things usually associated with greatness, he was a man.
He had no credentials but himself. He had nothing to do with this world.
except through the divine purpose that brought him to this world.
And while he was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him
Most of his friends ran away: one of them denied him,
one of them betrayed him and turned him over to his enemies.
Then he went through the mockery of a trial
and was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
And even while he was dying, his executioners gambled
for the only piece of property that he had in this world.
And that was his robe.
When he was dead, he was taken down from the cross
and laid in a borrowed grave provided by compassionate friends.
More than nineteen wide centuries have come and gone
and today he's a centerpiece of the human race,
our leader in the column to human destiny.
And I think I'm well within the mark when I say that all of the armies that ever marched,
all of the navies that ever sailed the seas,
all of the legislative bodies that ever sat and all of the kings that ever reigned,
all of them put together have not affected the life of man on this earth
so powerfully as that one solitary life.
Here was a man (joy to the world the Lord is come).
