(King David's Crown)
The skies may be blue,
The sun golden,
All's right in our world.
Yet still clouds
Fleetingly, or
Massively
Add texure,
Feeling.
Like King David of old ,
We pass through joy.
We gather sorrow.
We reach for our crown.
My prayer for you,
As you wrap ywouself
In King David's crown,
Know you are beloved.
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