King On A Cross Poem by Ray Anyasi

The Word stepp'd from His throne. Sire, here I am.
To 'em that believe, sons of Abraham.
Unto 'em give the life of Elohim.
And this gospel thou shalt make contagious
On all creatures, from the swine to the moss.

The heathen shall gladden for here I am.
Atoning for 'em than the blood of ram.
The filthiest sinner, this too washes him.
Nothing else can be more advantageous
And naught will be salvation's albatross.

To wipe the sins of the world, here I am.
I shall cleanse all, up to the zillionth gram.
For what could have been more efficacious
Than seeing a bleeding king on a cross?