Is the one so keen, affable and palpable

Who preached love, and not money

Who saw money, but didn't touch it

Who was eager to have welcomed death

And not eager for 'One-Tenth'

Who healed the sick quietly

And not for cheap publicity

Who died for mankind

And not the poor to be ostracised

Who was born in sheep's den

And not in the best hospitals

Who loves man even at the point of death

And not blasphemy against man's fate

That's the Christ I love

And not the advertisement of 'churcheous Christ'

For Christ is the head of the church

And not man, whose preaching is contrary, religion.