The servant King

The servant King and his loyal subjects.
He knew them well for he studied each word.
He picked them up when they fell
By the wayside by the curb.
For each victory is won with a gentle kind word
and we set free two pure white birds.
lovers into the wilds of life.
Sure to win through any strife.
And what many hazards do lay ahead
in the winning of meat and bread
and loving each and every one
Loving the Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
Through the son is the Father reborn.
From his seed we grow the corn.
In his image to forever last.
In the future we see the past.
In every given thing is Love grown.
In every lesson is the pollen sown.
In every humble respectful soul
is the Language of Love told.