Poem- King of Kings

Oh for the pain of heart,

that tears this world apart.

That fear of having no control,

& never meeting all our goals.

Money has no enemy,

but weary hearts that long to be free.

Freedom lies not in gold,

but in a manger in the cold.

There is but one star worth following,

it hovers over the King of Kings.

By Latrell Castanon