Jesus Christ Poem by Markus Kwila Kitibo

Formless it was from the beginning
The wallowing wasn’t satisfying
Then came an agreement
No witness, no comment
Each word preceded beautiful thing

While things were good, came evil
Blood of animals couldn’t heal
Only blood of first born could appease
And lo! He is coming
Coming to set his people free

His way to earth humble
The carpenter and virgin serve the way
He chose to lay on the hay
The angels, the bright star confirmed
The wise men from the east affirmed

Surely the cup couldn’t pass over him
The assault, the pain he bore
Cross and grave could not stop him
Destined to save you and me
Hades opened and the key of life retrieved

Now the day comes;
When the holy trumpet will sound
Ushering the king of glory’s descends
When the dead in Christ arise
And the saints caught up above