Your Child, Father Poem by Hannington Mumo

See him wallow in lofty sins,
Behold invidious foes block his way;
None under sun for his benefit cares
And his is sorrow night and day.

See his tears and labors tough
That sap his muscle from morn to night;
From this mire only you can deliver
For yours are clout and might.

If true it be that upon the tree He died
That Son of Man by many denied,
Then let that prevailing blood redemption bring
And your child your praise shall sing!