Zeus men

I viewed with cool, bored apathy,
As two men began to speak,
Why should we listen with certainty?
For they are Jews and we are Greek.

The only one really listening,
Is the man with the useless feet,
Hope within his eyes glistening,
Enraptured, he ignores the heat.

All at once one Jew turns his way,
With a loud shout he cried, "Stand!"
The cripple leapt and walked that day,
The crowd as one knelt upon the sand.

As one voice the adoring crowd shouted,
"This is no man rather he is Zeus!"
To this statement not a single one doubted,
The Jews tried to deny but it was no use.

Then all in a moment a murmer swept through,
The worshiping faces cloud with hate,
"These men are decievers!" So said a religious Jew,
Then the crowd stoned the men for all turned irate.

Thus it was that we denied,
The Truth, Barnabas and Paul,
So earnestly spoke and desperately tried,
To tell of Jesus, Savior of all.