Here is a Poem

I just thought up this poem.  Hope you like it.

Christ Light

Consider solemnly,

The soul a shade,

Unfailingly filtering,

Christ Light made.

All cannot be,

Equally formed,

All differing,

Color adorned.

Some are white,

Pale bright shade,

Gaily filtering,

Christ Light made.

So to, black,

Filters all to miss,

Creates a lack,

A dark abyss.

Souls varying,

Create their shade,

Differing color,

With works made.

A soul defines,

With decision,

The color shade,

In precision.

Thus it comes,

A prayer to Thee,

My Lord, my God,

The Holy Three.

Help me not,

Stain my shade,

To lose You, Lord,

Christ Light made.