The rising son

Poetry

Need not rhyme

Just as you 

Do not

Creation

Need not flower

But some do

Light

Can burn

The soul

Fire the heart

And release the minds spirit....

At the dawn of day 

As snakes

Hiss

Lost in their schemes

Jesus smiles

Truths

For the souls....

And the world

Simply knows.....

What are you?!

Follow me called the skies

And the skies were

Joyous

Magnificent

And people

They knew the truths....

As angels flew

Demons were crushed

The lands shook

As Creator

Decided

Upon His creation.....

For the righteous

Shall always be lifted

Into heavenly skies