The Truth No Man Can Crucify Poem by Haile Tesfaye

Thou mayest deny His divinity,
Yet thou canst not deny His ancestry.

And if any among His own people
Would deny the lineage of His birth,
Shall a son cease to be a son
Because his brethren disown his name?

For what man shall honour the fruit,
Yet curse the tree that bore it?

And who shall worship the Son,
Yet despise the people of His mother?

If thou must blot out His Jewishness
To make Him worthy of thy faith,
Search thine own heart, and ask:

Dost thou worship the God
Who made man in His own image,
Or a god fashioned in thine own?

And unto those who lay upon Him
The hatred wrought by the hands of men,
I say unto you:

Shall the innocent bear the iniquity of the wicked?
Shall the son be condemned for the sins of the father?

For the guilt of hatred belongeth unto him who hateth.

Yet woe unto them who invoke His name
To persecute the people from whom He came;
For they have taken the name of a Jewish son
And made it a sword against His brethren.

Woe also unto them that bear false witness,
Who call truth a lie and falsehood righteousness,
Who accuse without knowledge
And condemn without judgment.

For Moses, whom thou holdest in honour,
Shall bear witness where thy words fall silent.

Thou mayest deny that He was God,
Yet thou canst not deny that He was a Jew.

Neither the crown upon His head,
Nor the cross upon His shoulders,
Shall sever Him from the people
From whom He came.

For He was a Jew before the nations called Him Christ.

And though heaven and earth shall pass away,
No tongue of man shall make Him otherwise.