My Friend the Messiah or so he thinks

In a small town where whispers roam,

Got a friend who thinks he’s the one to atone.

He walks on the streets with a crown made of thorns,

Telling wild stories, in the dark he’s reborn.

“Trust in me,” he says, eyes burning bright,

Preaching of love, talking 'bout the light.

He opens his arms, the whole world to save,

Yet he’s just a man, trying to be brave.

Is he a savior? A fool to believe?

Caught in his tales, so easy to weave.

What’s truth and what’s fiction, I can’t really see,

But when he laughs, he lights up the marquee.

Oh, my friend who claims he's Jesus,

Spreading love like it's contagious.

When he speaks, it’s a holy book,

In the chaos, he wrote the hook.

Walking on water, or so he proclaims,

He dances on shadows just playing the games.

He’s got a faith that pulls me right in,

A journey of mindfulness that feels like a win.

Is he a prophet or delusional dream?

Sipping on wisdom, flowing like a stream.

The lines blur with each twist of fate,

Wondering if faith could ever be innate.

Oh, my friend who claims he's Jesus,

Spreading love like it's contagious.

When he speaks, it’s a holy book,

In the chaos, he wrote the hook.

So here’s to the dreamers, the ones who believe,

In a world of cynics, they never grieve.

His heart’s a lantern, lighting the way,

Chasing acceptance, come what may.

So if you find someone who wears a mask,

Remember the kindness, don’t judge, just ask.

For sometimes the savior we’re searching for,

Is lost in our friends, through love, they restore.