Even Me

He took the little ones on His knee, and blessed them 
Even me
The very Kingdom of Heaven belongs to, ‘Such as these’, He said
He talked of seeds and soil, sheep and shepherds, and the wandering soul
Revealing His heart to seek them, that none may perish - that was His goal
He spoke of bandits and bandages, sickness and death
But the wounds he speaks about, only His wounds could heal
It was His blood, not mine, that was shed
He talked in riddles 
but truths so deep they were hidden from those who would not know - 
the hard in heart - the proud
But to all who are meek and lowly, and simple as a child - He will reveal himself
And He talks of mercy and forgiveness
He talks of love
So high was His calling, so deep was this love, He reached down and rescued  
Even me

Petrina Kent April 2019

I wrote this poem and immediately doubted it, but I think it holds a powerful truth.
And it’s sinking in. As a four year old he took me on his knee as it were and I followed Him. Simply. Trusting. I submit to this simplicity of heart even though I long to be deep and profound, intellectual and strong. This is as he made me, yet within me he placed the Kingdom of Heaven! Yes.
Now that is profound.
That is deep.
And, that is strong.
And I believe his purposes are being worked through that.

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