John stands, Shameless. Always, Blameless. John thinks, He's tight. John thinks, He's right. Each night, John creeps. In light: John sleeps. Each day, He breaks; Whits fray, Ground quakes- Inserts- Plows through; Truth hurts: John's Through. Idol broke: Love hits. Now woke, John sits.
Assorted Virtues 
Love it Jacob. One of my favorites
Thanks Ann!
You described the walk of every Christian. Chilling, bold and accurate. You are inspiring me to try to write poems through your work! So so so good.
Wow I truly appreciate this comment! Funny how we can find inspiration in just about anything. Looking forward to it Erin.