King
He is the King of my world
He makes everything fit in their mould
when things are in disarray
I know I am part of the potter’s clay
when I weep and feel empty
He turns around and show me love aplenty
I can walk a tight rope
fail the King at times, but He gives me scope
exoneration a honor
a blessing from up yonder
He is my King
the reason why my heart sings…
6th place
YAY FOR "K"
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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