(The following poem is comprised solely of questions Jesus asks in the Gospels.) Oh faithless and perverse generation, why all this commotion and weeping? How long must I endure you? Why are you so afraid? Why do you call me “Lord, Lord,” and not do what I command? If you love only those who love you, what reward do you have? For who is greater, the one seated at a table or the one who serves? Which is greater, the gold or the temple that makes the gold sacred? Did you ever read the scriptures? Do you see all these things? Children, does this offend you? Have I been with you so long and still you do not know me? Why does this generation seek a sign? Could you not watch for me one brief hour? And why do you break the commandments for the sake of your tradition? What can anyone give in exchange for their soul? Do you not yet understand? Why are you testing me and why are you sleeping and why are you thinking such things in your heart? Will you give me a drink?
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awesome!
Oh my...so very good.