I've done time, not that type of time,

Done time, stood up and assembled,

“We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty,

maker of Heaven and Earth”, the Nicene Creed and all that.

I,

Little old me,

Prefer to believe, a good Man,

Many men but this Man,

Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum.

Spoke out for what he believed,

Beliefs, not conventional or “right”,

“Be careful” His friends whispered,

Stood by Him, til the last, most.

Tracked down, captured, humiliated,

Tortured, nailed, left to die,

One to His right, one to His Left,

Jesus the Nazarene King of the Jews.

Nailed, through hands, nailed through feet,

Nailed, suppos'd friend, suppos'd follower,

Last thoughts, of forgiveness,

For the nailers and the nailer.

Forgiveness, a wonderful gift,

Wonderful ability and state,

Of the mind, to forgive and offer prayers,

When nailed, crucified and dying.

Might still be there if these were the words,

When stood up and assembled,

“I believe in one Iesus, the Man, the Forgiver,

maker of Christianity and Faith”, the Layman's Creed and all that.