The King. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The King.

The King in all his glory
lays on top of the Golden Hill.
He looks down on all the beauty and
everything that is passing by,
look like little ants to his eye.

He came to save us from all that was
destructive to our souls.
He wants us to live our lifes to the full
and follow our path and roles.

He is the one who has compassion
and it never fails.
Even when sometimes we fall far from our trail.
In times when we feel low and are in need.
He is there for us indeed.

And as the lamb is soft and delicate to the touch.
Our Strong lion is powerful,
and he loves us all so much.
So let us remember a bright Star in the sky
when the lion our lord came to Earth
and stayed for a little while 🙏❤🌟

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .