He Paid the Cost to be the Boss

A sonnet giving our Boss his due

Descended
from Glory’s praise
to confront
the world’s malaise

he erred
not at all
stood perfect
before the law

though his heart
held no wrong
twas his fate
to suffer long

each deed
bestowed his love
born of
his Father above

a spirit
holy and pure
but hatred
he would endure

guiltless
of any shame
yet for sin
shouldered the blame

but all
he ask of us
that our souls
with him we trust

by his blood
shed upon the cross
which spares
us from of the lost

yes Jesus
paid the cost
for all time
to be the boss