Trump wanted a headline.
He wanted a throne of applause.
He wanted nations to see his fingerprints on peace,
his signature on treaties,
his name carved in history’s marble.
But sometimes God lets a man climb high,
not to honour him,
but to expose how hollow the climb really is.
Baruch whispered his ambition in the shadows —
Trump shouts his in the stadium lights —
but pride is pride whether it is whispered or screamed.
And when a nation’s foundations rot,
God may allow a self–seeking king to rise,
not as a blessing , but as a storm.
For God is in control, even, when empires twist into chaos.
HE does not panic when governments burn down their own house.
HE is not intimidated by loud men who crown themselves.
HE is working even when arrogance has centre- stage.
Because in the end,
after all the noise, after all the drama,
after all the temporary crowns have rusted,
Only One true King will still be standing,
And His name is Jesus Christ.
The King of Kings, Lord of Lords!