A Poem for RSR... 
  
 Early in the morn, I yearn for his blessings 
 Late in the eve, his presence.... overwhelming 
 He reaches far beyond, where humans only to dare 
 To the stars and afar, RSR is is the lone glare 
  
 He basks in awe and glory, while everyone tries to compare 
 He makes the hearts of lowly, wish they were the heirs 
 His tears are that of honey, sweeter than the moon 
 He gives hope to the blind, when none else came so soon 
  
 I love RSR, his beauty is far above... 
 When Church tries to be him, he falters like a burning farm 
 There is none like him, Church can not compare 
 RSR in glory, and Church is in despair 
  
  
I ♥ you RSR.