Beloved Poem by Alexander Onoja

Can you imagine one, who left his throne?
Far from the world, in region of his own.
He went without food,40 days and nights,
steady and strong, he came out the brightest of lights.

He was called the son of a carpenter,
he whom shepherds guards and angels sing.
He restored order back in our world,
yet he refused to be made king.

He was rich, yet for our sake he became poor,
so that we, by his poverty might become rich.
He emptied himself, being in the likeness of all,
mending our garments, with love in every stitch.

He was never scared, never shy'd himself from crowd,
he humbled himself to be baptized by a man.
Of all the wonders he did, he was never proud,
he was patient, was 30 when his ministry began.

The birds and foxes had homes,
but he had no where to lay his head.
Four thousand was nothing compared to those he fed.
One who washed the feet of his friends,
and wiped them clean with towel round his neck.
One who wouldn't condemn a sinner,
even though they were wrong.

He gave his back to those who struck him,
his cheeks to those who plucked out his beard.
He served, gave himself for many,
and stood against the devil, one all men feared.

He was one who prayed while men slept,
when he lost a friend, he wept.

He took our place in Barabbas,
he set him free, not the people.
He died for the young and restless,
down to the old and feeble.

He was forsaken on the cross,
yet he chose to die for us.
He is the fourth man in the furnace,
i call him, MY KING, MY SAVIOR, MY JESUS.