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Based on the parable in Luke 10:30–37 of Holy Writ
A certain man of uncertain name
(But it matters not, the story’s the same);
A Jew, I reckon, if truth be told,
Decided to go to Jericho.
From Jerusalem he would go
While the day was sunny and not too cold.
The distance was far, but not too much.
Today we travel by car and such.
In those olden times and days of yore,
Not even a bicycle did he own.
This Jew would walk the path alone
And journey 15 miles or more.
The road was rough, as you can see.
He’d have to pick his way carefully.
There was also danger, as he knew.
Bandits prowled the road and so
Though he might be tempted to walk slow,
To hasten might be wise to do.
I cannot tell you exactly when
Or where it happened. But suddenly men
Surrounded him. They seemed everywhere.
Men of ill will, up to no good,
