Broken

I have found the fullness of brokenness in one person, He is Jesus, the Christ, born to dwell with human beings; For no sin of his, like a lamb, I found his cause worsen, Scourged; thorn-crowned; spit upon; underwent such menial things...! Didn't, as though a wonder, kings visit him, at his birth? Why so soon, yet, the scenes changed, and dominions sought his end? If truth, except for parrots, is not allowed on this Earth, Incarnation is nothing but a note by Yahweh sent...! Neither Romans nor the Jews could ever his name erase, Unabandoned truth stood firm; this was, hence, he rose again; The body was broken and blood was shed; in him was grace, This was why, beyond all norms, the victory he could gain...! Thank you, Jesus, for teaching me to be truly broken, My flesh and blood is yours as my reverential token...!!!