A Poem for RSR...
Early in the morn, I yearn for his blessings
Late in the eve, his presence.... overwhelming
He reaches far beyond, where humans only to dare
To the stars and afar, RSR is is the lone glare
He basks in awe and glory, while everyone tries to compare
He makes the hearts of lowly, wish they were the heirs
His tears are that of honey, sweeter than the moon
He gives hope to the blind, when none else came so soon
I love RSR, his beauty is far above...
When Church tries to be him, he falters like a burning farm
There is none like him, Church can not compare
RSR in glory, and Church is in despair
I ♥ you RSR.