Princesses (Daughters of Kings)
What does it mean to wait upon my Lord?
To drape the Queen in mithril from Ophir…
Exotica is given for his growing wealth
and I should stand beside him without any fear.
For this is Lord of generosity and love:
His mercies are given to complete
The blessing which he would on us bestow
In asking us to come, sit at his feet.
I, a daughter of a King, looks on
And, in this court, stands tall,
Beholding all the wonders of the realm
And seeing how the peace is there for all.
This is good news worthy of a minstrel’s tale
And should be given choruses of voice:
That this fine Lord would love us still
Even if we did not make his choice.
From what I see, the strangest of all things
Is that this Lord would love those who would take
Another line, another path away…
And choose a life that they themselves would make.
Could such promise sit enthroned so close?
Yet, here he is, with foolishness of heart
Offering forgiveness and embrace –
Allowing those who come to make new start.
(Psalm 45)
© 2017, A.Koh-Butler
HYPHENATED FAITH Musings and materials of Amelia KB - a hyphenated identity, half-Chinese, half-Scottish Aussie... Minister, widow, step mum, foster mum, mentor, sister, missiologist, theologian, home cook, writer, musician, creative... a place of play and dabbling.
Friday, 24 March 2017
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