Sonnet For Jesus

The road reveals a heavenly meek air,
and proud knights fight whoever can compare.
As wistful lights pour brightness on a tree,
and blood pounds songs, uplifted upon thee.
The hurt and tears fall like cubs of a bear.
I hear tragic cries which summon the glare.
And close by it, bomb hits, war is near sea.
Oh time to hide, no wait, we must run free.
I love, I sing, I hear terror of beats.
I run, I scream, I search pain of the clean.
The struggle is real, but is quit my name?
Then shelter popped north, and I felt the treats.
A man said drop low, but what did he mean?
Jesus came by, which consumed me of flame.