The King's Dining Hall
Let a story unfold,
Unfold in your mind,
Of a tale as in childhood days.
A fairytale of sorts,
Of castles and kings,
Knights and princesses.
Imagine, if you will, a dining hall.
At the table lies a feast,
Delicacies and delights of all kinds.
At the head of the table sits the King;
After a long day, he rests peacefully,
Anticipating the favorite moment of his day:
His children.
They are the delight of His heart,
His constant desire.
His children sit around the table,
Princes and princesses.
Lining either side,
They sit content in the presence of their Father,
Laughing and eating,
Delighting in His gaze.
Yet they are not the only ones present.
On the outskirts of the room
Stand devoted servants.
Ready and at attention,
Ready to serve,
To earn their spot in the dining hall.
Yet they serve a gracious Father,
A Father filled with love –
Deep and unfailing –
For all.
He eagerly invites them to the table,
Asking them to join in His delight.
Yet they hesitate,
They lean heavily on the security of performance,
They have learned to fight for attention,
To earn love.
This, however, is not what the Father wants.
He does not force His love,
But He earnestly pursues even those on the outside.
His attention is never distracted,
He is never careless.
Why would you stay on the outskirts, dear servant?
Enter in to this embrace,
Enter in to His grace.
Allow yourself to feel the delight over your heart;
The desire to be had.
This is your Father,
This is your friend.
He will not deny you;
He will not shame you.
Enter in to this greater story,
To the story of love.
Enter in to your Father’s delight.
By Krispyten
© 2012 Krispyten
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