Servant of the Master: A Prose Poetry #2118

Servant of the Master: A Prose Poetry In the quiet of your heart, remember this truth: a servant is not greater than his Master. As you walk through the days given to you, the echoes of His words linger, reminding you of the path you tread. He, the Savior, the Way, has walked this path before you, a path marked with sorrow and scorn. They hated Him without cause, fulfilling the law of their hearts' darkness. In their disdain, they revealed the world's blindness, its deep-seated malice against the purest Love. As you face the world's cruelty, recall His steps, the cross He bore without complaint. No servant is above the Master, and as He faced their scorn, so will you. Yet, in this suffering, there is a profound blessing, a grace that flows unending from His heart to yours. When the world mocks and rejects you, stand firm in His promise. The sinless One bore their hatred with love unyielding, and in His shadow, you find peace. In His name, though hated, you are chosen, beloved, and redeemed. His truth is your anchor, His love your eternal refuge. So, let your faith remain steadfast. The trials you face are but a reflection of His own, and in them, you share in His glory. Though the world may despise you, in His grace, you are free. Walk boldly in His steps, dear servant, for in His love, you are eternally anchored, and with Him, you shall forever reign. -Steven G. Lee (July 1, 2024)