A King Who Never Grew
An adorable child He was waiting to be crowned king,
never slept until He met the Magi traveling from the East;
much joy He felt as the happy shepherd boy played his drum,
and in that box stored in the attic...He has been forgotten for too long!
Light couldn't shine on the dusty box where Jesus lay: too silent and sad;
it must been ten years or more since He was gently pulled up from His head,
to be laid in a small cradle of a shining manger between old Joseph and young Mary...
wasn't He glad to greet everyone on a night when palm trees waved in serenity?
Was Jesus' wish to remain a king who never grew? Who made Him a deity?
Wasn't His mission far greater than compassion to redeem the lost humanity?
In a hurry, He must be taken out of the box and reign in His eternal kingdom,
which angels have guarded since the beginning of creation as God foresaw.
Don't think of Jesus as a king who never grew: he lived, died and was risen from death;
hold him and stop His shivering...he has been hidden in the dark and neglected!
Let light illuminate and warm up His cold face and let all rejoice He came to visit us!
Was He a king who never grew? Wasn't he destined to be the glorious Christ?
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