THE LOWLIEST PRINCESS

2011-10-27T04:52:00.001-07:00

There was a little girl.

A child of the King.

Not much to look at,

Just a small, gangly thing.

She had many siblings,

Such a great amount,

That her small fingers

Lost track in the count.

This little girl,

The smallest of them all,

Had so much to give the King,

But nothing she thought

Was worth anything.

On Christmas Day the children gathered

To receive their gifts from their Father, the King,

Some got honor, some got glory,

But the Lowliest Princess got nothing.

All the children laughed and played,

With the talents and gifts

The Father had made,

But the Lowliest Princess sat around,

Utterly dismayed.

"Oh, why must I be last?" she cried,

Her disappointment

Too visible to hide.

The King sensed His daughter's fears,

Of being the least among her peers.

He came to her one day,

When all her siblings were out at play.

He took her in His arms and she cried,

"Oh, Father, is there nothing in me

That you take pride?"

He held her close,

Knowing her heart broke,

Needing more than just words,

To take her heavy yoke.

She stared into her Father's eyes,

Knowing the King was good and wise.

Then He kissed her little head,

As she clung to his neck,

Being filled with dread.

Then He spoke in a deep, soothing tone,

To help His child not feel so alone.

"My Dearest Child," He started to say,

"Do you not know My Word, My Way?"

Then she chirped up, "Yes, Father, I do.

For everyday we read it together,

Just me and You."

He smiled, "That's true.

Yet still, It lays heavy on your heart

And troubles you."

Then she went on to tell her King,

All the hurt she'd received,

By being nothing.

"Why did you honor them,

With gifts and toys.

Do you not love me too,

Like your other girls and boys?"

"Of course I do, My child, you see,

I have a different course for you,

A greater destiny."

"How can it be greater," she cried,

When I cannot give you honor,

Nor can I give you pride."

I sit around all day,

Doing nothing but existing,

I don't even want to play."

He did not laugh,

For it was not His Way.

He only replied,

"Things do not determine self worth.

Just remember who you are,

And your royal birth.

Tell me, My child, why do you dread,

Of all the thoughts that occupy your head?

If you know My Word and you know they're true,

Then why, dear daughter,

Do your siblings bother you?"

She began to cry out

All her fears,

Not even trying

To muffle her tears.

"But I can dance and I can sing

I can give glory to you, oh, King.

I can draw My Father's eyes,

And share with others

That You are wise

I just think it's unfair to see,

The others reaping rewards

If they are no different from me.

I can give you glory, too.

Won't you please let me

Honor you?"

The Father spoke, "But My child, you do!

I have given you a measure, too.

All the gifts and talents are in place,

Your day will come, I promise.

Just wait."

She looked to the ground, not into His eyes,

But then, too, the King, being all knowing and wise

Spoke up to the girl that clutched His arm

To give her comfort to sooth her alarm.

"I understand your fears,

It's not how I see you,

It's the mockings of your peers

You are afraid that they think you low

Because of my outward rewards

Is all that they know.

Do not fret or be afraid,

For my timing is just

Not all My rewards and treasures

I parade.

The greatest glory you can give,

Is not the adorning of metals,

But the kind of life you live.

I give My children the measure of need

Based on their destiny,

Based on their seed

But you are different from the rest,

For your tears reap the rewards

That are the best.

Not one tear falls to the ground

For I store your treasure

In a bottle I've found.

The last shall be first,

In My Kingdom, my dear

So I promise you

Your day is coming

Your day is near.

I promise you, My little girl,

Nothing goes unseen to My eyes

That is why I am the King, Your Father,

Most wise.

So next time when the other's stand in line

To get their honor and glory divine,

Remember My words that stand most true

You are a child of the King,

And I love you."

She took every word that her Father said

Kissed His cheek and went off to bed

And as she cried herself to sleep

She remembered each tear drop

And the harvest someday she'd reap.

Until the day of her reward

The day of great joy

Of being adored

She wrested quietly within her mind

That to be rich in mercy is

A reward of another kind

There would be many days of sadness

Many days of tears

As the parade lay before her

The honor of her peers

Many children stand in line

Some are beautiful

Some are divine

Some are gifted and treated so

Some are given a reason to glow

Some are patted on the back

Given gifts of honor and glory

Without lack

Some are paraded up and down

Knowing they are the best

And greatest in town

But the Lowliest Princess

Had her own kind of pride

The one she saw in her Father's eyes

She might be small, she might be lean,

Never being recognized or visibly seen,

But the Lowliest Princess day after day,

Grew in strength and wisdom in her Father's stay

Forgetting her siblings taunting glare

She was special to the Throne

And treated with care

And one day He would call her a bride

The grandest princess of a Father's pride.

For the Lowliest Princess had her day

When all eyes were on her

A most glorious display

They never again

Would mock her name

Nor mistreat her or bring her

To utter shame

For the Lowliest Bride

Of the Royal Court

Knew Her Father's Words were true

That honor is measured

Not by what you do

But who you are

And how much He loves you.

So never forget this tale I've sown

Nor the lesson one can learn

For these things are not natural

But spiritually discerned.

Remember always your Father's eyes

Sees your tears and hear your cries.

It's not that you're loved less

Or even taken for granted

But our harvest is reaped

With the very seeds planted.

We each are esteemed by our Father's love

Which rewards do you want?

Earthly or from above

Do not fret when your not recognized

For those who endure

Shall win the prize

Each child is measured by what's inside

The greatest treasures are the ones

That are hidden from pride

The Lowliest Princess

Found out that day

Her Father's love

Wasn't measured our way.

Give God the glory for everything you do

But remember it's not the metals or trophies

That put value on you

It's how much you love and sacrifice

Your whole life through

It's not just a price all are willing to pay,

For the last shall be first,

In the King's court,

Someday.