Because Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You, indeed, are a needed friend, submitting good wisdom to me, trusting in the Lord, promoting love inside an evil heart; a helpful companion wanted, telling me to make visions about the night's shadows, seeking a beam as my guiding light.

A king who was appointed and placed on a high throne to help claim souls, allowing his death to be, aids others to vanquish evils, save them loved: nailed one innocent, them to a cross, folks.

You're like the upper sun; a sole loner providing good things; amidst this host, light is glowing over the earth, exposing features on the dry ground: I sighted its observation that it shines brightly, desiring friendship with others.

God did this, appointing you as a king to reign over; placement is to rule over others who never wanted the tasks to be laid: before being selected, you are the desired person to know them.

You patch up all my wounds, fix all my shortcomings; face lies the final end of false in those beliefs: rebuking the King's losses, grateful for their finish, permits relief, brings forth glorious truth.

You, dear sir, with me babysitting my time, at each age, seeing times of sorrow; watching my growth, aiming to protect which shield, carried to safety: pick to anticipate future events, pardoning, do please, ruling God over years.

You knew first, then my to obtain limit, constantly glancing, seeking a makeover, do upon me; of course, to point by, say, guiding torchlight brightly instructing: scatter the evil of deceit, cutting short any fearful trip.

A tiny seed, sown in love, views given by You; educated to be righteous, rooted inside the person, it's there within: aims to give them aid to go upward, that's informing them, knowing I have horns.

Unto you, my dear King, bowing, quickly I do, in faith's pure love name; for our Father's acts, we both serve, obeying His rules: knowing myself all it said loyalties, God's ways.

Finally, I come to this completion, rest in silence; had a very short life, protecting others to be heard, totally still: marked on a grave, it's written, Because.