The White Rider

He came with God's perfect law
And left the whole world stunned.
He came, and dazzled, and grew to all
A man who was God's bastard son.

Beelzebub, a Satyr red, 
In hoofed haunches stormed
He, like Emperor of Rome, it seemed
Made play like he was stormed. 

Their two armies did collide
And piles were the bodies made.
One man with an old, old story
Was wise to them, and was a saint.

He saw the White Rider with his reel
Take his hordes through the country gate---
Two great bastions of that Roman World
Would do battle, and many men's a mortal fate.

For neither to the left or right
Is what Christ had told us that day.
Do not fall from the narrow road
And enter through the wicket gate.