The Young Ruler

The Young Ruler


By Ollie Adamson

You bowed once before,
Your cause came up empty,

You turn to us,
Expecting now that we should bend,

But not all are willing,
For some deem you unworthy of such honour,

It is true, one day, every knee shall bow,
But upward-looking eyes will not gaze at some boy,

They will see the almighty God,
The same God who looks down upon you,

You too will give an account,
For your life, and for your rule,

You invoke strong words,
And clench your velvet glove-covered iron fist,

But hear this and be forewarned,
Some are stirring,

Not desiring violence,
But merely to oppose the decree, “this is not optional.”


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