Man of the wild was he.
Long hair and straggly beard he wore with pride.
His loin cloth he wore as a king wore a robe.
His booming voice trumpeted of the coming king “make a way for him to come in your hearts”.
With water he did purify the saints, but with blood he did pay the price.
Oh man of the wild could you see the decrease?
Could you tell the future of what was to come?
Be not dismayed oh man of the wild fringe for he that comes is to save and heal, and yours is to prepare the way.
Oh man of the wild.
Not Judged, Just Loved 