I come as a lowly servant bowing low
Asking for a piece of bread
And even now I tremble in fear
But I’m driven by an unstoppable hunger
Hungry for something from the masters table
For something more, more than this emptiness
I fall at His feet, afraid to look up as I ask
As I tremble, waiting for His answer,
hoping but fearing rejection.
I feel a hand lift my chin
As I look up I see the face of The King
It’s then I realize that He is on His knees
Fear again causes me to look away
For, this is The King of Kings.
With tears in His eyes and a smile
He takes my hands
And lifts me up
Causing my spirit to be at peace
He tells me
“I’ve been waiting for you,
Come, enter in to my rest, my child”
He dresses me in royal clothing as His child,
As an ere,
The King taking my hand, like a father to his child,
And says, “come, sit at My table”
But my heart is heavy, as tears flow down, I cry
“But Lord, I’m a lowly servant, I’m so unworthy
How is it that you call me your child and your heir?
He laughs, “Oh my child, you are the Spotless Bride of My beloved Son.
Come, eat.”
And there was a feast before me.
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This is something God showed to me a while back during a worship service. It’s also based on:
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and the door shall be opened to you. -Matthew 7:7
And I say to you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and the door shall be opened to you. -Luke 11:9
