An Audience with the King

The invitation is given.
He wants to talk with me.
He calls me as a friend.
He’s the King of eternity!

I set aside a quiet time
In my most private place.
Where we sit and visit
I dwell on His glorious face.

The King invites me in each day
My heart bows down in praise
He bids me raise my eyes
To see His truth-filled loving gaze.

Our time draws to an end too soon
His fragrant grace remains.
I’m His humble servant.

Today His holy presence reigns.

By Carolynn J. Scully

6/21/1999

revised 3/8/2011