King


They were much, bowing
before Him.
At the throne, all in pure-white.
At first; I wondered who He was.
His garment was colored

Glittering-white
sincerely, it was not a material.
Could anyone sow this?
at the occasion, no man's leg touch the ground.
But His crown was golden.

Everyone worshipped Him.
Though, the ante-road was
narrow, but the home was
much more than great.
To some extent, the throne was invisible.

I left the occasion in I spirit,
it was He; King of Kings
I discovered.
Even Kings bow before Him.
No head in the World is greater than Him.

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