THE OLD KING
Once a great king
in a land of old,
loved the Lord,
as the story is told.
He prayed one night
while all alone
to be more like God
than any had grown...
...to understand
just how God felt,
this he prayed
as he knelt
The Lord decided
to grant his prayer,
and let him know
right then and there.
The king awoke
to start his day
and be like God
in every way.
His heart moved him
with endless love
to do and give
like God above.
His mind was wise
and knew it all
and answers would give
to whomever would call.
His ways were just
and righteous too.
He told the people
what ‘s right to do.
He made great plans
to help and heal;
but then he learned
how God did feel...
Folks didn’t care
what he had to say;
they just wanted
to go their own way.
Some sang his praises;
but he was told,
‘twas not for love,
but silver and gold.
Those of his friends
or so he thought
proved their friendship
must be bought.
Oh so lonely
the king became;
only for favors
men called his name.
Those he thought closest
and could depend;
were also at times
his enemy’s friend.
People in trouble
he saw every day,
and knew it would help
to do it his way.
But, they wouldn’t listen,
trampled his care;
then would come crying
when in deep despair.
They cursed his name
when troubles came near.
They mocked his love,
despised his tear.
They used his fame
for selfish gain;
none cared for him,
nor felt his pain.
He ran to God,
and prayed again.
“0, Dear Lord,
forgive my sin.”
“I think I’ve had,
a little share
of how you feel
and how you care.”
“But it is more
than I can bear
to be more like you,
I wouldn’t dare.”
It’s said the old king
never asked again
to be just like God,
and be treated like him.
MARK BULLEN