Come thou city, come thou people,
Hear today what great gift creation laid at my feet,
Listen and be amazed, for the quality of news,
My kings made evident in me.

I am the tenth son of a man with twenty children,
I was not born the first, lest I say I be the heir,
Or born the last, least I say I be spoilt,
My position faded in-between the crowd, with no voice of my own,
Until I cried out and providence heard me.

Untill I cried out, no more,
Until I cried out, no more,
I went from Zero to more Zeroes and
Eventually, I ended in negatives,

But after I cried out, no more,
No more shifted my state to no pain,
No more shifted my state to no hate,
No more, and the heavens smiled bright upon me.


© philo_sophia