God who at sundry times,
Long ago as He spoke;
Disgusted with the crimes,
His commandments we broke.
Through the prophets of ways,
Unto our fathers;
In these as the last days,
Troubled as it bothers.
He has spoken to us,
Unto us by His Son;
Appointed Heir as thus,
All things that have been done.
The Son is the brilliance,
Radiance of glory;
With such exuberance,
And extraordinary.
For the express image,
Expressing His nature;
Comes from a small village,
No discerning feature.
He sustains wholly things,
By His powerful Word;
Purification brings,
That your sins have been burred.
He sat at the right hand,
Of Majesty on high;
All things at His command,
The angels dignify.
Being made much better,
Higher than each angel;
He is the pacesetter,
Others must be humble.
He is superior,
Being higher in rank;
We are inferior,
And must respect and thank.
Jesus Christ is the Son,
The angels must worship;
As the victory won,
For a relationship.
He has been the first born,
Anointed with the joy;
For soon He will sojourn,
Unto us to enjoy.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
