Before the King

Before the King in courts of gold,

Advisors stood, advice they told.

The doors burst open and in there ran,

A sinner, a killer, an unclean man.

To his knees before the King he fell,

The advisors, disgusted, “Out!” they yell.

But the King he quietens his advisors cries,

Gets to his knees and looks into the sinner’s eyes.

“My son, my child, please be at rest,

Pray, stay with me and be my guest.”

To his feet the King did rise,

The advisors in their eyes, surprise.

It goes to show our King’s great love

To never reject those who repent from Heaven above.

Written 3 April 2006