The KING and the River
The KING and the River
JOHN 3:16
On the highest most magnificent of all mountains,
Was a palace of gold with perpetual fountains,
Huge dazzling diamonds covered its royal balconies,
And red rubies hung like fruit from the majestic trees.
The mirror-like walls and floors were pure gold too,
And it had the most beautiful breath-taking view.
No other palace could ever hope to compare,
With the beauty and grandeur of this one up there.
The KING had it all, with never a care,
He could live for eternity in His palace rare.
But low in the valley there came a terrible stench,
From a river encircling His mountain, every last inch.
The KING gazed downward, then His head He hung,
Because of all the filth in the river called Dung.
Its banks were overflowing with sludge, feces and rot,
And the KING could barely see this slimy little dot.
He knew in His heart that He needed to go,
So He descended His mountain to the river below.
With His manicured hand He reached into the River of Dung,
And pushed off the feces that on the dot clung.
He picked up this foul-smelling dot with love so tenderly,
And this unworthy dot He saved was none other than me.
HALLELUJAH, WHAT A SAVIOR
Rozita D. Martin
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August 28,2000
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