Heavy handed, and just plain embarassing to read. I had this early-indoctrinated religious friend in preschool... this is is about the same quality of his poetry.
Side story: That same kid from preschool? While we were running around on the playground one day, I told him that I had actually met Jesus. And that Jesus had a crown of neon, not thorns, and that everything in Heaven was high-tech and industrial. He called me a liar and ran away.
I told him to prove it and laughed.
(review of free book)