small town.
small country.
baby boy.
called a king…
of what?
of the cosmos
He spoke into
being?
of the masses
for whom He would
die?
of earth’s kingdoms
powerful
offered Him by
satan?
of His Own country
now ruled by
tyrants?
of His Own home
town
where they would later
dismiss Him?
of the many
who would try to
force
Him to rule
for food…
and miracles?
of the 12 men
who followed Him?
did He ever claim
to be the king?
of anything?
no.
but He did accept both
worship
and
hatred
with equal grace.
so, was He
King?
is He?
He is king
of nothing bigger than our
hearts…
the cosmos is His
throne room…
the earth, His
footstool…
our hearts, His chosen
home.
the king of everything
seems
to want it that way.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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