Beyond This World Poem by mark anthony st. rose

His consciousness is of a higher order,
his plane not of this world.
His words travels beyond boundaries,
to liberate all men his goal.

His ways are guided by the Universe,
his road rugged but sure.
His body dies in daily battle,
but infinitely he grows more and more.

His compassion goes out to all men,
his prayers are for them to see.
His gracious heart cries tears of blood,
as he cries for all to truly be.

His journey would soon come to an end,
his crucified body would find rest.
His darkened skies angels' bright,
would now prepare for him Heaven's best.



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