The King

I see a beautiful Knight atop a white stallion. I see his garment bloody, yet clean. On His breast floats the name Faithful and True. Behind him is an army so great that it out numbers the sands on the seashore. His eyes are like flames, His voice is like thunder. This great Knight Who's home is so awesome no words have been found to describe it, is also the One who was there for me those sad nights when all I could do was cry. He was the One who held me and comforted me until I fell asleep. True to look at Him now on His might steed you might not think he once stooped and washed my feet but I assure you it’s true . To look into His fiery eyes you may never be able to imagine that they once shed tears over me but I will never forget. To gaze at that army behind him you would shake your head at the thought that there was a time this King felt so alone He could hardly breath but I stood behind the tree in the garden and watched Him cry to His father. And His voice can commands storms and sings lullabies.

Oh, I rejoice Beloved that Your day has come, Your enemies are under Your feet and I am happy to watch You in your victory parade knowing that You are mine and that I am Yours. Your name is Faithful - never looking back, though I have given You more death than life You remained FAITHFUL. And True - True to Your word, true to our convenient. Each promise made was a promise fulfilled. You are TRUE. Teach me always new ways of saying I LOVE YOU.