I want to tell you the story of a king who left His throne
Sit still and don't press your phone
Excessive love, He became lower than the angels
Sacrificing His place in Heaven, His jewels
Though He created immortality, He became a mortal
He bled and cried — something He never did as an immortal
He was compared to thieves, abused and spat on
His clothing was used as a plaything where soldiers sat on
Sometimes I realize that I don't even deserve His mercy
He isn't bothered, though I disrespect and don't show Him courtesy
Though He makes demons tremble in defeat
In His love for mankind, He stood before a mortal king on his seat
He endured the pains, even when He was speared
Betrayed and insulted, He was mocked by those who had before Him cheered
Believe me when I tell you this:
He was really hurt when Judas gave Him that kiss
Imagine being dragged through the city by those who had called him "Hossana"
Though He owned the thunders like the city of Oklahoma
A true Prince of Peace, He was meek all through His crucifixion
Hard to believe, He went through all this, not a fiction
Sometimes I wonder if I'm worthy of His love
But He shows deeper ones I've never even heard of
I picked up my phone, opened my WPS to write Him a haiku
Then I realized what poetry I'm I writing Him that isn't in the Bible
Do not misquote me nor get me wrong, though
The blood He bled that was so red makes a dirty heart whiter than snow
The sun mourned when He was crucified
The curtains of the Temple got torn cos they were terrified
Death couldn't hold Him back when He entered death's car
He's risen, seated above the sun, moon and stars