October 23, 2011
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Infant King
You have been a King since infant state.
Raised as a prince, royalty innate.
Blessings carried like cargo from colossal ships,
Precious words flowing from your mother’s lips.
What a treasure – wrapped in wool and held secure!
Coddled in comfort and esteemed initially mature.
You have been told since birth – you are great.
Crowned with supreme honor and jewels ornate.
Because of your Father – you are a King.
Clothed in fine linen – complete with signet ring.
Your Father died for you in battle, thick blood flowing.
Relation is deep – rooted affection brightly glowing.
However, you baby King – are in line to receive power.
This earthly kingdom is ready for your prominence hour.
Look to your Father’s glory – written in the skies.
He will speak words of wisdom – the sun resembles his eyes.
So, grow in bravery and speak in courageous tones.
Because, God, your Father, can assemble dry bones.
– Kimberly Willingham
Psalm 2: 10-11
Therefore, you kings, be wise; be warned, you rulers of the earth. Serve the LORD with fear and celebrate his rule with trembling.