Is this poem enough, or do i need to make it rhyme?

Gideon on Fire

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I’ve often wondered if Christians
Are selfish in their view of death?
I see it like waiting to cross a busy road
One eye on a gap
and one on those kids
that try to run across, without looking.

Sometimes life is like seeing
how long you can hold your breath
How do know what’s on the other side?
You’ve never sat on your daddy’s shoulders?
Ain’t it strange, how its a bit like sitting on top of a cross?
But have you noticed how much further you can see?
Besides, I’ve read the map.

Do you think that’s why Jesus left His cross
on this side of the road,
so you can climb up and take a look?
Maybe.
Now take my hand. No pushing.
 
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