My King
a poem by mia janaé gray
My King sits in observance over the nations of this earth
He remains steadfast and true
Certain in His victory
Confident in His Strategy
Faithful in the love He shows me
He never falters
Every painful moment redeemed in Victory
He never fails
My King is considerate
He accounts for my weakness
He builds me up in His strength
His plan fashioned by His love for me
Knowing what I need before I know I need it
My King loves me
His commands are just
Even when I don't understand
Its His love for me that I will trust
My King makes decrees with me in mind
Considering my body
What I will wear and where I will dine
My King tends the garden of my heart
Tending to every vine
He prunes my branches and nourishes my roots
Until every good fruit is what I produce
About the Creator
Mia Janaé Carmickle
I pray my writings would illuminate the in-between spaces of life and bring peace in the transition of what Is, what Has Been, and what Is To Come. ☼
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