I am not very good with words but somehow rhyme comes easier, so............
He cannot walk on water like the man who came before
But his manner fits the portrait to a tee,
The former has a voice so sweet it`s one we can adore
And the latter has a copy we agree.
As he walked the land from place to place no malady was found
With a body quite as perfect as his love,
But we are not so fortunate as maladies abound
And we all rely on care from up above.
Begone oh ye of Satan`s realm and never do return
And let the stricken find his time of peace,
Begone oh ye of Satan`s realm for this one shall not burn
But rather stay till all the pain shall cease.
Awaken and be all rejoiced the stricken shall be well
And will raise again his voice to listening ears,
And Satan can return to take his place somewhere in hell
As the former wipes away our many tears.