He Was (Will be) KING

 

HE WAS KING

 

He was King to rural peasants in pastures lush or bare,

 

Shepherds bound to a timeless trade.

 

He was King to men who give tender love and care,

 

Whether ‘long mountain trail or thru creeks they wade.

 

 

He will be King of a City with a million square miles,

 

The gates will be pearl, the streets will be gold.

 

Because of their King the dwellers all have smiles,

 

He redeemed them by His resurrection long foretold.

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