Beautiful Jesus

I wrote this poem when I was reading the book of revelation pertaining to Jesus Christ. The Son of man came riding on the clouds At his appearing the kings of the earth bowed He was arrayed in His finest robe as a guest And had a girdle of gold about His breast His head and hair as white as crystals of snow All could see His iridescent halo in the glow His eyes flashed like flames of fire Dazzling the admiring heavenly choir His feet like fine brass One of a celestial class His voice as the sound of a roaring ocean Majestic and Powerful, in a state of raging motion In His right hand are seven stars Glittering like heaven’s road afar Out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword With His sword He overcame, for he is Lord His countenance was like the sun of gold Too bright and blazing for mortal eyes to behold Heaven and earth too shall all pass He remains Alpha and Omega, the First and Last I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last: and, What thou seest, write in a book-Rev 1:11a