In the Castle of the King
Like a beggar I stood without
Clothed in tattered dress of cheap flax
The rich estate Lord with much clout
Called me in surprised at kinds acts
Inside table set very fine
Ladden with scumptous varied food
On which the master would soon dine
How could I expect to share this mood
When I extremely poor indeed
But he had plan to draw me in
Give me some of his meat as need
For he had killed the fattest lamb
Without blemish__ spotlessly clean
This he would serve favorite guest
In this castle of the great king
Come dine you're invited my blessed
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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