I Think, I Know! Poem by Ebi Robert

Yes, he does not look like the minions
since they were not made to be sons.
Yes, he does not look like the animals
since they were not made to be sons.
But I do know, he is a soul.
A soul that was sold
I know his story was told;
a soul with white hairs of gold.
I know he is a sire,
a soul with blue eyes of fire.
I think his hands are mild as gentle,
pure, not for old women fable.
I know he danced with death.
A good-bad air, we all breath.
I think he has a white skin,
So whitened, he could not sin.

I think he looks average in height.
But tall enough to defeat Cifer' in fight.
Not fast, not slim,
but Fleshy enough for Immortality.
I think he is perfect in look,
So made a model for the book.
I think he has a red lip
A red lip soiled of the weep.
I think he has a whitish teeth.
Everyman is born with a teeth.
I think he has a sharp nose,
I doubt if he had a flat nose.
I know he let the lepers
touched his fine feet and short fingers.
I know he is Love.
That is why he died for us!