Christ the King: Sacred Poems

All power in heaven and earth was given to Jesus of Nazareth. As the thief said at his side on the day of crucifixion, "Remember me, when you come into your kingdom." Before his throne, the elders of the earth cast their crowns. And it is the blood of a King that wipes the world free of sin. Yet, the King of Kings, who is in his glory was greater than Herod's gilded temple, came to our world in the most humble way, born among the lowly cattle, and announced to shepherds.
He chose his people from the simple, the outcasts, and the ostracized. The orderer of nature, who as the Word made all things, confounded his creation by ordaining the first shall be last and the last shall be first, and that the foolish would shame the wise. His kingdom was truly not of this world, and in his succinct collection, Christ the King, cosmic poet Simon Pole explores how our saviour can be both Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and last; the sacrifice and the temple where the sacrifice was made.
Who can know the name written, when he comes, Faithful and True, and judges all by the sword of his mouth? No one can know. But as Jacob wrestled with God at the ford, and received his new name, so too we wrestle with the Word, and will continue to wrestle until our new names on us are written when the King of many crowns comes again.