THE KING

THE KING

The monarch sent a message
To the best sculptor in the land
Saying, he would pay in rubies
For a Bust made by his hand.

So with hammer and chisel,
The man fashioned with grace
The way he envisioned the image,
Of his only Kings face.

The king unveiled the sculpture,
Studied it hour after hour
Dissatisfied with the results,
He had the man locked in a tower.

A guard came by in a few days
And set the sculptor free,
Saying to collect his rubies,
The good king he must see.

In the royal garden, by the Bust,
The king paid him his fee,
Said: "that image looks like everyone
And it also looks like me".

The man said, "here's the reason,
You see this is the thing,
It's my impression of the Lord
And the Lord, He is our King".

4/17/2008