If Not Highly Regarded

If not highly regarded,
And my corpus thrown in the trash...
I at least learned of you Jesus
And how not to be so rash.
A sage and philosopher, I may be forgotten
And a wise man too...
I at least found my Savior
And I at least love you
Who reads this, though given some mighty truth...
I spent my life the right way
Even though I may look like a loon.