Think on
My who
You have
A trial
And you
Don’t know
What to do.
Do you think
I am so wise
In men’s
Way that
I turn
Down you?
You are
My child,
My relief,
The one
I chuckle
When describing
These Who
Belong to Me.
Do not
Be afraid
To run
To Me
And ask
Your question,
Son or daughter,
Of the king.
I am waiting
And it
Warms my heart
To be
The one
Who solves
Your mystery.
Come to Me.