Let Love Lead

My Brethren in Christ, I will pour out my plea. There was a man in crisis, Who by appearance had no degree. Who was been beaten thrice, Though it was against the decree. So he thought of the decree twice, There came hatred with it glee. Threatening him to give Him a Price, If only he ends his life in a slee. To him, it was nice, For He thought Love, Kindness, and Joy have flee. About to end it, He saw Kind Who took his poverty and blew So He changed his mind And from death, he flee.