In God's Court

by Kelsia

Quietly and confidently
the King walks out onto his court.
A hush falls over the crowd . . .
They are anticipating a big decision.
What will his choice be?
All eyes fall to the weeping princess
who kneels at the foot of the stairs.
She has disobeyed the King's order.
Her, the princess, going against the King.
She had walked down the wrong path,
and now her heart would never be the same
again.
Will death be her destiny today?
Or will the King's love prevail against what should happen?
The King descends the steps
down to the bottom
where his daughter waits.
His gentle hand reaches out
and rests on her head.
"My daughter," he whispers,
for her and no one else.
Her tear-filled eyes lift up to the royal ones . . .
"I'm so sorry, father! Please forgive me!" she sobs.
The crowd waits for the King to speak with authority,
to loudly present judgment and shout for death.
They hold their breath
and then he speaks.
His eyes are full of tears
and laced with sadness . . .
But love is there, too. In a tender voice,
the redemptive words are spoken.
"You're forgiven, my child.
Leave your troubles and heartaches at my feet
and rise up. I bless you with healing
and joy."
Silence reigns for a moment,
but only a moment.
Murmurs then ripple throughout the crowd.
They had been positive that this would result in sure death!
The princess' breath catches. "I don't deserve such mercy!"
Nail-scarred hands reach out and drop on stooped shoulders.
"No," he answers,
"But I give it to you anyway. This is your second chance, my love.
Use it well, as only a princess would."
Then, with loving arms, the King wraps his daughter in a
kind embrace.
In this moment, another name is added to the waiting list
for the King's mansion that awaits in the clouds.

YOU ARE CHOSEN. YOU HAVE A PLAN TO FULFILL.
The King is calling . . . run into His open arms.


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