Because Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You are indeed to me my needed friend, submitting good wisdom, trusting in a Lord, change that promotes love inside an evil heart;
had excitement help a companion, telling him me to do visions:
for the night's shadows, wanted beam as my guiding light.

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

You're as the upper Sun; it's shining, providing a sole loner good things;
amidst this created host glowing true Light, over the earth's entire surface exposing various features upon the dry ground:
I sighted its observation that brightly shines, desiring friendship with others.

God did this, appointing you, as a king to reign over;
placement is to rule over others he who never wanted it, services duties requirements laid before you now:
you are the selected, desired person to know it.

You patch up all my wounds, fix all my put shortcomings;
faced lies a final end of false beliefs, in that's:
rebuking King all lows, grateful of their finish, permits relief, bring forth glorious truth.

You, dear sir, babysitting with me my time, each age, seen times of sorrows;
watched my growth, aim to protect which shield, carried to safety:
preferred pick to anticipate future events, God ruling over years, pardoning, do please.

You knew first then my to obtain limit, constantly glancing, seeking a makeover, do upon me;
course to pointed by, say, instructs, guiding brightly light torch:
scatter the evils deceit, cutting short any fearful trip.

A tiny seed, sown in love for others, views given by You;
educated to do righteous, rooted inside person, it's there within, represent people:
aims giving them aid to go upward, that's informing them, known I have horns.

Unto you, my dear King, bowing, quickly I do, in pure love faith's name;
for our Father acts, we do both serve, obeying me 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.