Glorious News Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Sing to me aloud mighty one on white wing.
Make it known to us the tidings we have long set for.
Which were said in the ancient days of a coming king.
Not the one that was in the snow seven years a sour.
But whom his birth yet made known to us.
At his birth went through the test of a vampire king whom our new births' blood can not escape.
Praise be to Him that knows all things before their reigns.
Our tidings would have been sour at their existence before us.
Now on ass he rode to Jerusalem like a ram to end its race at the skull.
To prepare us for the greater place made for us to bear our call.
Yet we eat his flesh and drink his blood in purity lest in grace.
That it will all end in praise daily duelling in the atmosphere of grace.
Will your head lay down the earth or with our king?