My Lord without beginning made a start
The deathless one bore death that I might live
How can I gouge that truth out of my heart?
How can I grant another perspective?
God became us that we might be like him
So for my sake you need feel no pity
Immortal King, master of seraphim
In your courts is my abiding city.
Christopher Villiers: I am freelance writer in the United
Kingdom, with a Master’s degree in Theology, who writes
about God, Love and the Universe, big things in little
poems! You can see more of my poetry on my Facebook