You Are The Messiah

Like blood in flesh, with your disciples, you were united. In your union, as though on cloud nine, they felt delighted. Heart and mind were clear, yet were they in wisdom sure-sighted? By your question, their cognizance, like fuels, got ignited. Didn't you, as the Almighty, know the thoughts of each mind? Didn't they, more than a monarch, supreme strength in you find? Wasn't, in you, the meaning of their existence defined? Didn't they know that before you, even fate stood resigned? Like a pure fragrance, their unmixed thoughts of you were expressed. As Elijah, Baptist, and prophets, your name they addressed In you, they knew that, as an atom, each name was enmeshed. You knew you were Christ. Calling you so, Peter was blessed. Yet, like a lamb, by getting slaughtered, you must save the world. Hearing this, like leaves in a crude current, their hearts got whirled.