THE KING'S HANDS
He came not to sit at the tables of the rich and take in it all
but to serve the lepers, the unsightly, those of stature so small
His food feeds the homeless, the sick, and deprived
A king who sits with the poor the lame, and those recently arrived
A king who treats each with loving hands extended
No harsh words, no banishments, no life upended
No scepter, no sword, no soldiers no unjust decrees
But with a loving spirit as a breeze would blow through the trees
So take a moment and extend your blessed hands
Grow his kingdom to those in near and faraway lands
Bring in those lost, broken, and hungry
Gather them for all to see
His Kingdom is here for eternity
© 2017 Christian Miraglia
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