(For the Rev. James B. Dollard)
The Kings of the earth are men of might,
And cities are burned for their delight,
And the skies rain death in the silent night,
And the hills belch death all day!
But the King of Heaven, Who made them all,
Is fair and gentle, and very small;
He lies in the straw, by the oxen’s stall —
Let them think of Him to-day!
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excellent poem
I think this poem is awesome and that apparently Joyce Kilmer loved Jesus as I do…God is AWESOME! God Bless!
First time reading Kings and I was thrilled with beautiful words and beutiful rhyme telling a story of truth in eight lines and moving ones mind to think and ones heart to contemplation.