Wayne Bowen

Rookie (Florida)

My King - Poem by Wayne Bowen

My King doesn't need
a robe to wear
or a crown upon His head,
He gave me His greatest gift
with His life He shed.

All my sins were washed away
at a place called Calvery
and at that moment my sins were gone
because He set me free.

One day when I see my King
and bow before His throne,
I'll know that He is pleased with me
because I'm finally home.

I can walk with Him
and talk with Him
each and every day
and listen very closely
to every word He has to say.

What a wonderful day
when I'm finally home
to live in eternity
in this beautiful place called heaven
my King has made for me.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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