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The madman and the pigs. ( Mark chapter 5 vs 1-20)

Upon the shore, there on the other side,
there came a man out of the cemet'ry..
He'd been abandoned there, for he was wild.
And, no one knew the child that he'd soon be.

They'd used thick chains to keep him safely locked,
but, ev'ry time, it wasn't quite enough.
He'd break out, leaving broken chains behind,
It's safe to say, he was out of his mind.

He'd lived there 'mongst the hills, for many days.
And, he would moan, and wail, and carry on,
and cut himself with stones. In many ways,
he was a broken man, "Here is the Son,

of GOD!" He fell at Jesus's feet. He cried,
"Don't hurt us, please, we beg. You are the great-,
est, and is there something between us?" …."Come,
get out of it," said Jesus, "and be-gone!"

...What is your name?" He asked then of the man.
"There's many here, and Many is my name,
a bunch of us, so please don't send us out,
we want to stay here in this waste, it's ours."

And, there was feeding on the hill, a herd,
of pigs, there were so many. So the mob,
asked Jesus, "Could you send us into them?"
"Alright, I will." Replied the Son of God.

And, out they went, and got into the pigs.
The herd rushed down the hill, into the sea.
About two thousand drowned! The pig-herds fled,
and told all that had happened, to the town,

and ev'ryone around, they told that to.
So, people came to see what's going on.
And sitting next to Jesus, there they saw,
the man who had been mad, with nothing wrong.

"He's sitting quietly, he's wearing clothes!"
They were amazed, it's then they were afraid.
And those who'd seen what happened told them all,
they'd seen, there of the madman and the pigs.

They asked him then to leave, and begged him to.
He got into the boat, d'you know who,
would ask him if he could come along too?
That man, y'know, he didn't want to leave,

the man who'd made him well again, it's true.
But, Jesus wouldn't let him come along.
He said to him, "I want you to go now,
back home and tell your folks and all you know,

the things the Lord has done for you, it's good.
And, tell them of his kindness! Off he went,
and spruched to ev'ryone in the Ten Towns.
(Maybe, this is ok, 'cos he was sent.)

And, ev'ryone who heard about the man,
who told his story, from the start to end,
were so amazed at what he said. It seems,
to me that Jesus truly was his friend.

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