I Follow A King

Psalms 136:1-4 NLT

Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good! His faithful love endures forever.Give thanks to the God of gods. His faithful love endures forever.Give thanks to the Lord of lords. His faithful love endures forever.Give thanks to Him who alone does mighty miracles.His faithful love endures forever.

Isaiah 9:6 KJV

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

Believing your Holiday season has held the Savior’s faithful blessings unto you and yours. This Blog contains a capture out of my book called Messy Poems and Not-So-Private Prayers. It is an excellent conclusion to our Thanksgiving feasts and our joyous Christmas revelations. It also sets a colorful stage of who He is as we walk out our New Year’s journey. Praise be to Him, our glorious King, and please enjoy this poem. 

                                               I FOLLOW A KING

I follow a King who was born in a manger filled with straw, cud and dung. Who slept comfortably while the warm breath of the living barn was His only source of heat on that bright and starry night. 

I follow a King whose first vocation was that of a mere carpenter. A man who worked with the strength of His hands and the sweat of His brow.

I follow a King whose food was simple bread, fish, and water. His banquets on hold, being reserved for a time beyond all time to a day at the end of all ages. 

I follow a King who willingly left His royal seat of power to follow the call of His Father. He came as a traveler to the plains of man’s earth, to the ones who would not even recognize Him.

I follow a King whose home was not that of a mansion but rather the open spaces of fields and crowded market streets, for He had no earthly home to call his own.

I follow a King whose station employed just twelve simple men. A tax collector and a few fishermen. Some women and children, many sick, lost, and poverty-stricken. 

I follow a King whose laws and decrees made no sense to the people who heard Him. It was counted as foolishness to the multitude that often gathered to observe Him, to those who were not already His, and even now into the ages.

I follow a King who was washed for His own burial by strands of human hair. Hair that fell from the head of a humbled woman, one who had only her oil to offer.

I follow a King whose steed was a young donkey. No grand horses or chariots were called to carry Him as he rode humbly down the village’s dusty roads.

I follow a King who is as gentle as a lamb yet has the strength of a mighty lion. He came to serve rather than to be served. To heal the broken hearts of others even as He sweat His own blood in the garden.

I follow a King who was mocked and despised, hit and spit upon as voices of hate screamed. Crucify Him. Crucify Him.

I follow a King whose crown was brimmed round by the soldiers who beat Him. This crown was then pressed down upon His head as a garment adorned with thorns. 

I follow a King whose throne was a wooden cross dripping red with His royal blood. On a mount called Golgotha, a famous place known as Skull Hill.

I follow a King who has been to the fiery depths of hell and back again. This was His predestined journey of victory. 

I follow a King who had to watch His sons and daughters stumble and fall, by no fault of His own, for He had freely given His life to purchase a rich inheritance for them, though they knew not how to hold it.

I follow a King who has called me to die a similar death as His own. For the death of the cross is His followers’ ultimate way to freedom. By the laying down of one’s life, we gain eternal peace with Him. 

I follow a King who is waiting with His Father to bring heaven to earth and man into His presence forever. To make final all things good and right, all judgments now completed, done, stamped, and sealed. Where Satan is no longer able to pick at God’s people, for he is cast down into his forever fiery pit.

I follow a King who fought for me to know His glorious victories. That even before the day I was born, how Jesus had yearned for me to know the love of the Father. How He wants all men to become one with Them, the Holy Trinity. 

I follow a King who has given me a new position of eternal peace and joy. With fresh legs specifically designed for running freely down the streets paved with pure gold. Where there, we will dwell in our mansions on a hill. The ones prepare beforehand for them who call Him the Lord of lords.

I follow a King who I’m privileged to sing to and stand in His presence to shout out with my voice, my love song, my anthem, my thunderous roar. That because of Him, sorrow and darkness will be no more.

This, this is the King that I follow. The King of kings and the Lord of lords.

1 Timothy 1:15-17 GNT

This is a true saying to be completely accepted and believed: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners. I am the worst of them, but God was merciful to me in order that Christ Jesus might show His full patience in dealing with me, the worst of sinners, as an example for all those who would later believe in Him and receive eternal life. To the eternal King, immortal and invisible, the only God—to Him be honor and glory forever and ever! Amen.

 Revelation 17:14 BSB

They will make war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will triumph over them because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and He will be accompanied by His called and chosen and faithful ones.”

-Mellisa Norris