King of all kings.

You

are the trustworthy grip

of my father's

You

are the gentle stroke through the hair

mother does, when I am disturbed

You

are my unanswered prayers

as well as my answered ones

You

are the temporary tutorials

in friends, in foes, in between

in every heartbreak

in every bliss

I have been hoping that

You would come

and secure me in Your love

Only to realise I failed

to see, and I do now

that You never left at all.