You sir are, indeed, my trusted Lord, encouraging love in inner heart, inspirations, too, shielded my rights of; companion: friend.
A King on high throne, he whom allowed his death, help beloved ones claiming; capture sin stop: nailed a guiltless to a cross folk.
You are the true Light, amidst a created host, you a loner, a rare jewel are you, sought you good to comfort others: in friendship.
God did appoint you to be king, you who had never wanted this, set before you requirements, it now: desire a person to know it.
You, are my great King, aiding it lows my shortcomings; patches drains all poor cuts; confronted: jacking up all the beliefs sinners.
You watch my time, babysitting, each age, through hard sorrows, protects God rulings over years; pardon me: anticipation events.
You knew my limits then, there, overs me watching constantly, a fed truth it to be me, it ends the trip, journey to; guide; instructs.
A seed that's all I am, planted in love, roots to represent people taught you all views, that, stem upward; reaches: having thorns.
Unto you, my dear King, bowing I do quickly, in the pure name of our Father, know it's God ways I: all localities: serving of His rules.
Finally, this end I come to, fully placed in memories, protecting it just, die in a short life; marked it's written a grave on: Because.
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