Shepherd King

A shepherd king, was lifted up, drawing me near.
To a certain mountain peak, piercing crystal sky's.
On spoken words I labored to belief sublime.
With crushing wheels on a serpent's neck!

I will to be heard, even a whisper gathered.
For the one that loves will surely listen!
And will he not bestow esteem as riches,
Though my voice speaks of dearth audacious?

But I was turned beneath that river in birth.
Bound to an existence, I knew not at hand.
Capture brought forth what I could not be,
Then his loving face shined, my shepherd king!