CHILDREN OF THE KING
We are all unique, but not totally so.
There’s a God we all share that only some of us know.
Fearfully and wonderfully made are we.
With ears for to hear and eyes meant to see.
Marvelous works of the Potter, formed from dust.
Each called to obedience, love, truth and trust.
Born innocent of woman, conceived in Adam’s sin.
We are more than conquerors; predestinated to win.
Humble and meek, yet confident and bold.
Gospel-armored warriors wearing crowns of gold.
Edifying the body and harvesting souls.
United together to reach heavenly goals.
Heads held high without a trace of pride
Well-ordered steps with a sure, steady stride.
Souls without darkness, allowing our lights to shine.
Blessed by a foretaste of glory divine.
The precious blood of Jesus washes us clean.
We walk by faith, believing things unseen.
Rejoicing evermore with thanks for every thing.
Sharing the joy of being children of the King.
Beautiful poem, Tommy. Did you compose it?
Very nice poem. Did you write it? Hope all is well with you.
God Bless!
This is very good, Tom. Are you the author of it? You notice how all 3 of us are asking the same question in different ways?
Commenting Ladies: Sorry, I didn’t write this. I wish I could claim authorship. As you can see, this grabbed my attention too.