Jesus

I thought I would start this blog off with a simple poem I've entitled "Jesus".

Ignoble of all yet still we decrease

Lower till the bit falls and we cease

To who was, is, and is to come

Though may be a blip to some

Is glory, immortality, and honour

To those who in well-doing seek peaceful days

In turbulent times of the world's laud and praise

Nevertheless, to exude the highs of the Divine life

In a world barren from its utterances given

Are like gazing at a diamond with refractions of light

That pierce even our own souls also

And in this we marvel for what we thought

Was pieces lost and forgotten

Has turned to our hope's only Begotten