Poem on What We Are

NEXT TO CHRIST ALL ARE SMALL

John, brother to Christ and son to his Majesty

The God who made everything through his Son

Who made me and many of you to all be free

And will have saved all men by the time he's done

We were all left as the widows' making our own way

Form the hellish state of our birth to the family above

Not knowing a fatherly guide from night to day

Nor the love of a man for his son which is truly love

We were the slaves of those compassion derides

And lazy masters all they gave us not

What a man needs when it is a man decides

And the better way is all that we have sought

But doing what comes to your hand is for King Saul

Not David the righteous king like heaven's King

Who had compassion where Saul had failed them all

To do what was right without the submissiveness thing

I don't know that I love you but if you are

Then I do vow that I will be loving you

Unless we are at war which we're not so far

And even then at your end my love is true

For Jesus loved me and the Father too

And made me his son as he will make all of you! 

Author's Note

When speaking of man I like Jesus intend women too, man as in mankind not man as in macho.