Friday, 16 December 2011

The King's Child

I hesitate outside, He sits on His throne
And though I'm here peeking, I feel all alone.
I die to come forward and sit at His feet,
But I know I'm not worthy of such a close seat. 

With full trepidation, I peek 'round the door
And see my King seated but, Oh! I want more
I want to be near Him, to see His kind face
But I know I'm not worthy of such a close place.

Oh - is He calling me? Whatever for?
Is it that I'm too close as I stand by the door?
Will He send me away, put me outside, or, no!
Will He tell me I must pack my things up and go?

But He hugs me close, gently, and He whispers to me-
"Child, I know you feel shackled, but I have set you free.
I am with you, I love you, I died for you - see,
This is the price of what you mean to Me.

My scars testify to My heart that is given
To you and all others who have been forgiven.
Now you call me Saviour, and that is quite true
I am your Redeemer, and I've made you new.

Your past is redeemed by my atoning blood,
And I loved you, see, before you understood
You are Mine and I love you, so now I implore:
Come close to Me, child, don't stop by the door!

You are God's child, beloved, and I welcome you here
So come and sit close, now, and no longer fear.
You are welcome by My grace, you are not alone,
I am with you, I love you, sit near by My throne." 



5 comments:

  1. Zechariah 3:2--We are plucked out, we BELONG to HIM!! :D

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  2. I am welcome to sit by His throne. Awesome thought!

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  3. The picture in my mind as I read this was a little rosebud... small and closed.

    But then, as the King calls the child, and she realizes that the King loves her, and wants her near... it's like that rosebud opening up and blooming in all it's glory. :D

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  4. What a wonderful picture this puts in my mind..... your words aren't words, they're pictures. A picture of an amazing God, and how He miraculously cares for ME.

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By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach. ~Winston Churchill

Smart guy.