Because Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You, indeed, are a needed friend, submit good wisdom to me in the Lord's trust, promote love inside an evil heart; wanted companion, tell me to make visions about the night's shadows, seeking a beam as my guiding light.

A king appointed and placed on a throne to help claim souls, allowing his death, aids others to vanquish evils, save their loved ones: nail one innocent, them to a cross, folks.

You're like the upper sun; a sole loner providing good things; amidst this host, glowing light over the earth, exposing features on the dry ground, shines brightly its observation that it is, I sighted, desiring friendship with others.

God did this, appointing you as a king to reign; placement is to rule over others, he who never wanted the tasks to be done: before being selected, you are the desired person to know them.

You patch up all my wounds, fix all my shortcomings; face lies the final end of false beliefs: rebuking the King's losses, appreciating their finish, permits relief, brings forth glorious truth.

You, dear sir, babysit my time, at each age, seeing times of sorrow; watch my growth, aiming to protect which shield, carried to safety: pick to anticipate events, pardon, do please, rule God over years.

You knew, then, my limit, constantly glancing, seeking a makeover, it to do upon me; point by, say, guiding this torchlight brightly instructing: scatter the evil of deceit, cutting short any fearful trip.

A seed, sown in love, views given by You; aims to be righteous, rooted inside the person, within it's there: give them help to go upward, that informing them, knowing I have horns.

Unto you, my dear King, bowing, quickly I do, in faith's pure love name; for our Father's acts, we both serve, obeying His rules: knowing myself all it said loyalties, God's ways.

Finally, I come to this completion, rest in silence; had a very short life, protecting others to be heard, totally still: marked on a grave, it's written, Because.