WAITING FOR MY KING I'm royalty, with a Kingdom I envision through my ways. For my king has gone to plant my favorite flowers While I'm waiting.... While I'm waiting.... I'd be a warrior, Raise my swords till it reflects the sun, Run on flesh roasting stones, And depopulate the kingdom of darkness! While I'm waiting.... I'll hold tightly my Bible. For in it are the words of my king, With every single line strengthening my faith. While I'm waiting.... I'll strain my muscles, Till each strand is flexible, Ready for a Royal dance with my king! While I'm waiting.... I'll fantasize about when I see my king face to face. Will I bow In adoration, Or will I be overwhelmed and won't say a word? © Edino Abigael