| "THE KINDNESS OF THE KING" |
| I'm a poor, lost child. My father left me here feeling scared and little, my mind so full of fear. I stand outside the throne room of the King. I shiver as I await His summons to come in. I glance into a mirror and I see my grimy face, as I try in vain to wash it my heart begins to race. What will this mighty King do when he sees this dirty wretch? A picture of sudden fury fills my soul with frightful dread. I look into the mirror once more and observe my filthy rags, the clothing hangs from my sagging form with patches hiding gaps . My legs begin to tremble as my whole frame shakes with fear, then the summons comes and I hear the King say, "Bring my servant here." With my head bowed low I follow the steward to the throne. He closes the door behind me and I know we are alone. I quickly kneel before Him, down on bended knee. For a few minutes He is still, He silently watches me. He says, "Why do you weep, child? Do you know why you are here?" I'd been so frightened before now I hadn't noticed my tears. Slowly I look into His face and what do I see there? Not a brow furrowed in anger, but a smile filled with care. Still trembling I speak softly in reply to His inquiry I say, "My Lord, why am I here, I am so unworthy?" Then He comes off His throne and stoops right where I kneel. He takes me in His tender arms and, Oh, what love I feel. He holds me at arms length, looking deep into my eyes, then sits back down upon His throne and sits me by His side. He takes my hand and says to me, "Now, you belong to Me, I will be your Father and you My child will be." He gives me raiment of purest white to replace my threadbare dress, and gives me sanctuary where I can always find sweet rest. My heart is overflowing, I weep with joy today, because I've finally found a Father who will never go away. By: Irene E. Kurtz |
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