Suzan Satchell Poet Rhyme

A Palace in Time

A Palace in Time

Across the earth stand palaces grand,
Built by the labor of human hand.
Travelers journey far and wide
To behold their beauty, wealth, and pride.

But God, in mercy, gave mankind
A palace unlike any we can find.
Not built of marble, gold, or stone,
But fashioned by His Word alone.

Within His law He placed a sign:
"Remember the Sabbath"—a palace in time.
A royal summons, a sacred call,
Inviting His children, one and all.

Each week the King opens the door,
Welcoming weary souls once more.
To leave behind life's toil and care
And find His peace and presence there.

The Sabbath remains holy because the King is holy still.
His glory stands untouched by human will.
When we neglect this sacred day,
The loss is ours, not Heaven's way.

We miss the joy His presence brings,
The peace that refreshes weary beings.
For Sabbath is more than rest alone;
It is communion before Heaven's throne.

Before Adam labored beneath the sun,
The Sabbath was the first gift he had won.
His first full day was spent with God,
Walking the path creation trod.

The six days matter, yet all point the way
Toward this sacred meeting day.
For we were not created merely to strive,
But through fellowship with God to truly thrive.

Each week the King sends forth the call:
"Remember My Sabbath, come one and all."
A royal appointment marked by grace,
Where His children seek His face.

Yet some may enter the palace door
While their hearts wander elsewhere more.
For the palace in time requires more
Than simply entering through the door.

The cry of every heart should ring:
"Take me to the King! Take me to the King!"
Not to admire the palace alone,
But to draw near Heaven's throne.

When Sabbath ends, may each heart ask,
"Did I fulfill its sacred task?
Did I meet the King? Did I hear His voice?
Did I seek His presence and make Him my choice?"

So Lord, take me to the King today;
Let nothing distract me along the way.
Let me behold His glory divine
Within Your holy palace in time.

For every Sabbath, through grace sublime,
God opens again His palace in time.
And above every blessing we receive,
One truth remains for all who believe:

The palace is precious, the Sabbath divine,
But its greatest treasure is the King inside.

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