Darkness fell o'er the land,
Held captive in His fragile hand.
A man lay ragged in deep snow,
Not known of the world of which he is told.
Some people call Him crazy,
Others call Him a fraud,
But this I tell you, my friends,
This man...is the one they call God.
This is my first poem, so don't get mad at me for it being short. Also, I didn't make the Bible. So, therefore, I don't own it.
Review please?