Because Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You're, indeed, my trusted Lord, encouraging love in inner heart, giving inspirations, too, visions to do, submitting wisdom, defending of right; my companion: a friend.

This appointed King, placed on a high throne, who allowed his death to be, to help stop all sins, claims him beloved ones, nailed they one innocent; to a cross: folks.

You're bright, as the Sun, amidst this created host, a true Light, a loner, rare jewel are you, finding things good; you to comfort others: in friendship.

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

You're, at least, to me, my great King, aid to, draining cuts, faced, fixing my lows, shortcomings, patches poor; jacking up the beliefs: all sinners.

You sir, babysitting, each age, through hard sorrows, watch my time, actions, factors protecting, anticipation future events; God rulings over years: pardon me.

You knew, my limits then, watching, constantly, still over me, fed a truth, to be real, ends fears trip, courses to journey, there; guiding me: that instruct.

A tiny seed, that is all I am, to grow in love sown, told by You all taught views, in rich ground, it to represent people, rooted, stemmed upward; teachings that help me: knowing I have horns.

Unto you, my dear King, bowing to, I do quickly, in the pure name, stated of our Father, we both love, I serving of His rules; to know all its loyalties: God's ways.

Finally, this end I come to, set in total silence, die in a very short life, heard to be protecting others; marked on a grave; it's written: Because.