Peoples of the Earth, you have built kingdoms upon sand, and raised thrones upon stones of pride. But behold, the King without an army comes — his hands open, his heart unveiled.
He does not come to rule over nations, but to reign within souls. His throne is not of gold, but of light; his scepter not of iron, but of mercy.
Where rulers sow fear, he plants peace. Where the mighty write decrees, he inscribes love upon the heart of the world.
His Kingdom knows no borders, for it is born in the silence of the forgiving heart. He owns no palace, for every pure gaze becomes his dwelling.
O you who seek glory, his crown is woven of thorns and dew. O you who fear the end, his reign shall have no end.
Look: the world shakes, yet the Light rises. Empires crumble, yet the Word remains. And in the clamor of nations, the King of silence takes his throne again.
Even now, he knocks at the door of your heart, not to command, but to love.
“The Kingdom of God is not to be built, it is to be let in.”