The Kings Of Kings Poem by Charles Karia

To the one eternal, forever clothed in might,
He's the merciful sustainer, king most high,
Esteem to him belongs, glorious giver of peace.

King mighty in battle, the uplifter of the meek,
Immortal yet holy, unlike the vain gliterati,
None cares for men so,even their own kin,
Give him all the glory, you in the land of the living.

On his day of wrath, where will the wicked go?
For he must return, yet do so like a thief,

Keeper of covenants, uplifter of the meek,
In his day he will judge, overtuturning any crafty alibi,
None will be save mocker;and those in secret sin,
God won't pardon evil, or justify the sinful throng,
Sinnerswill have their reward,and separate with saints