The King Of Kings Poem by ENOCH JOHN

The King Of Kings



The King sat in regal splendour
High above the starry skies.
Such majestic pomp and power
No mortal can dare aspire.

A throne made out in the heavens
So sublime in its grandeur.
Many thrones have been assembled
But none as eternal.

An eternal flame burns from His Mouth
The epitome of Holiness.
Many earthly kings and princes
But none can dare compare.

Solomon in all his glory arrayed
Or Alexander the Great,
Neither Caesar nor Napoleon
Can ever come nigh!

For 'tis be the King Immortal,
The Most High God!

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