He must have came from heaven, yet I never witnessed the fall. I imagine it was with such a force, that it could have wreaked us all.

Bible verses tossed aside, some already committed to mind. A King among men in our world, yet to human for his own kind.

I cup my hands to catch his tears, my heart is his to hold. Wounds from battles won and lost, never ending stories to be told.

He could move a mountain, take down an army with bare hands. Yet you would never know it, just by the way he stands.

Armor put aside just for a moment, it gets so heavy in weight. But he's made of mightier things, and suffers the misfortune of fate.