POEM 'HIS HIGHNESS'
Behold the Prisoner of the kings
The One Whose praise the Psalmist sings
Who for God's love had arisen
Yet was cast into the dungeon prison
Unjustly chained in that dark pit
Within His breast a fire was lit
A flame to light the seeker's way
A sun to bring the promised day
And by that Maiden's Apparition
He Awakened to His holy mission
A life of exile did He face
As He set out from that loathsome place
Disdainful of His own protection
Intent upon man's resurrection
The love that burned within His breast
Allowed Him not a moment's rest
He proclaimed that not in vain have yearned
The ages past, He had Returned
His sovereignty to be unfurled
His teachings to Unite the World
Esteemed as naught by potentates
Who failed to grasp Who held their fates
They banished Him from land to land
Yet rose and fell at His command
Oblivious they were that they
Were impotent to end His sway
His very footsteps were foretold
His Order destined to Unfold
Enduring every loss and pain
For forty years His words did rain
Upon the earth of human hearts
A power only God imparts
Redeem us, O Almighty One
As promised, let Thy Will be done
That we may serve Thee, worshipping:
Our hearts but prisoners of the King (135:1)

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