American Sonnet

I found Christ the day I believed, and loved Him fervently, my beloved.
I found His name as both Priest and King, in the book of Zechariah.
I saw him foretold, in Isaiah Fifty-Three, Who bore our gross sin.
I saw Him in Psalm Twenty-Two that soldiers would divide His Garments.
In Jeremiah, I saw was there a new covenant prophesied.
To be established in Abraham's seed, I saw that covenant nigh.
The serpent bit Christ's ankle, the Seed of Eve, I saw once in a poem.
Guanwu, a Chinese King saw darkness on Passover, and made Christ known.
Good and evil are both self-evident, yet Who but Jesus can judge?
Job cried out for a mediator between man and God, when sores rubbed.
Science and math's tautology need be established in God's wisdom.
Miracles exist in great numbers, which break man's laws and his theorems.
The stars are patterned to tell God's story, like a Child Christ had drawn.
In order for there to be real love, God must be believed and His Son.