© 2013 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
What kind of king has a crown of thorns,
A borrowed robe and a court that scorns?
What kind of king has no retinue,
No army of might, no jeweled shoe?
What kind of king is so humble and meek
That he washed the dirt from other folks’ feet?
What kind of king heals the deaf and lame,
The sick and downtrodden with nothing to gain?
What kind of king claims no kingdom on earth,
But promises all a holy re-birth?
What kind of king is nailed to a cross
And loses his clothes when dice are tossed?
What kind of king dies in terrible pain,
Is buried, mourned and rises again?
What kind of king forgives and forgets
Even sins we haven’t committed yet?
What kind of king promises hope and love
And eternal life in a realm above?
The King that created all life from the start,
Is my Lord, Jesus Christ, the King of my heart.
Mollie, this is wonderful!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you so much Wendy. Having read your lovely poems, I am very honoured. Blessings, Mollie