Poem: “My God is King”
My God is King
How beautiful upon the mountains
are the feet of the one bringing good news,
Announcing peace, bearing good news,
announcing salvation, saying to Zion,
“Your God is King!”
‘Neath a sapphire sky window to heaven
John guided his Master smoothly up mountain,
Peter kicked an ancient stone,
Ascending the path zig-zagged.
Shrouded by clouds,
Love rended Heaven’s Gate:
“This is my beloved son, with whom I am well pleased. Listen to him.”
Prostrating before Dusty Feet,
The Trio paid homage to
My King!
“My God is King”, “My God is my King”
Her only audience His Sacred Heart, and
Beautiful Feet which she annointed with Nard, and
Intimately wiped with her raven hair,
Ah!! Union with the Good News Bearer:
My King!
Bloodstained footprints show The Way
To the foot of the cross where Still Feet drain.
Down the mountain Precious Blood flows,
Oblivious sinners come and go,
Some washed clean by the blood of
My King!
Tortured Feet, affixed to Truth…
Upon His Mountain, the cross,
Driven into dirt, rises towards mansions
Prepared long ago, for brave feet
Who followed the Way of
My King!
Above the Man, “King of the Jews”
Centurians knew not
He proclaimed Good News!
Beautiful Feet, bloody, revealed his name,
In three languages
For all he came.
My God is King!
Heart pierced, aching,
Swaddling Babe Jesus,
Cradling legs bent, not broken,
His mother kissed toes,
Kissed ten bloody toes,
Kissed Beautiful Feet of
Her King!
Thank you my Queen!
“Your God is King!”
Based on Isaiah 52: 7
Stacy Peterson, January 7, 2017
