My King Poem by Khethiwe Ndlovu

There's this man
who is constantly on my mind,
and on days where I TRY to find
some other things to occupy
my supposed 'wasted' time,
I find myself staring at his eyes.
Because at night when I'm all alone,
He's the only one sees me cry.

Some of you may ask what he did so much
that makes me speak of him as such.
You see he was pierced on the side on the side for me
so that I can confidently say I am free.
He was whipped 36 times
leaving behind 36 stripes
so that I can boldly say by his stripes I am healed.
He was basically murdered so that I will not be killed.

He was nailed to a cross, crucified
so I can say, all my sins are left behind.
The crown of thorns he wore
was so that I may walk through heaven's door.
So while you boast about the man
that says he'll only call you if and when he can,
I'll sanctify myself in the love of my King
because at his table, that's all I can bring.