King Jesus

bgremaud24

Sep 26, 2025

1 min read

Behold the King of Kings,

He strolls above chaos,

Leaving order in his wake.

His eyes pierce through rock,

Perceiving that which hides behind locked doors.

Nothing is hidden from His gaze.

The stillness of death,

Broken by one breath.

The King is alive.

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