On my Fathers knee

Standing on a path, in a hall….a hall of trees if you will. Magnificent and glorious in every way, these trees stand taller than life. The smell is that of nothing I have ever experienced and I am looking for it as I continue to walk.
As I look down the middle of the row of trees I begin to notice a throne and sitting on it is the King. My Father, the King, He sits on His throne amongst the trees of this majestic place. On His right stands His sword sheathed into the arm rest. His Majesty breaks through in His fire red hair and beard, beautifully tainted with grey from the wisdom He possesses. His green eyes are as the emeralds found in the ground and His beauty is glorified over and over.
As I approach I begin to look up as if I am a child walking towards his father. The truth is, I am a child in His presence. Innocence is restored when I am with Him, He is Daddy my Daddy. A Strong Tower and Majestic Warrior, but most of all, He is loving and gracious when it comes to His love for me.
He looks down at me and smiles and as He does I see the favor He holds for me in His eyes. His voice speaks, deep yet enthralled with love like no other. ‘My son.’ He says to me. Come, sit on My knee so I could tell you things I only want you to know. He picks me up and situates me on His knee and begins to tell me His plans for me and the things He wants to teach me. ‘You are an heir to My kingdom you are My child and My heart is for you. Stay within Me and you will never fall farther than I can reach. You were on My heart and My mind before you were born. I am your Father and I love you so very much.
Serve My people and glorify My name in everything you do. I will be there with you in everything and I will never fail you or forsake you. You are special and set apart, I have planned for you to be a servant to all nations and a protector of the weak. I gave My life for you to find yours. As He speaks I caress my hand on the wounds of His hand.
The gleam of His swords handle catches my eye. As I reach over to touch it, He stops me and places one hand on my head and one on my chest over my heart and says: ‘Learn to use these and I will teach you to use this.
He smiles and gives off a gentle chuckle and I fall asleep in His arms.

Sleep My son…sleep…for the things I have for you are great…..

He hums a song of great heiratage as I fall into a deep sleep.

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~ by olwater on February 16, 2010.