Because Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You sir are, indeed, my trusted Lord, encouraging love in inner heart, inspirations, too, shielded my rights of; companion: friend.

A King on high throne, he whom allowed his death, help beloved claiming ones captured, stop all sins; nailed a guiltless to a cross: folks.

You are the true Light, amidst a created host, you a loner, a rare jewel are you; sought good you to comfort others: in friendship.

God did appoint you to be king, you who had never wanted this, set before you requirements, it now; desired: person to know it.

You, are my great King, aiding it lows my shortcomings, patches, drains cuts all poor; confronted: jacking up the beliefs all sinners.

You watch my time, babysitting, each age, through hard sorrows, protects God rulings over years; anticipation events: pardon me.

You knew my limits then, overs me watching constantly, there, a fed truth it to be me, it ends the trip fears, journey to; guide; instructs.

A seed that's all I am, planted in love, that, stem upward, roots it to represent people, taught You all views; reaches that help me: knowing I have horns.

Unto you, my dear King, bowing I do quickly, in the pure name of our Father, know I God's ways it's: all loyalties: serving of His rules.

Finally, this end I come to, fully placed in memories, protecting of just, die in a very short life to be; marked on a grave; it's written: Because.