Inspired by Proverbs 21:1, “The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord; he directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases,” the poem explores the idea that a king’s heart, like a stream, is directed by the Lord’s will, beyond human control. It portrays earthly power as transient and subordinate to divine authority, bending even the proudest rulers.

The heart of kings, a stream in heaven’s grip,
Flows where the Lord’s unyielding fingers guide,
No mortal will can break that sacred script,
Nor turn the tide where divine hands abide.
Through palaces of gold or halls of stone,
His silent voice bends pride to bend its knee,
A monarch’s might is never his alone,
But borrowed breath from vast eternity.
Yet in this dance of power so sublime,
The soul still wrestles, restless in its cage,
For though the Lord may steer through endless time,
Man’s fleeting heart writes lines on every page.
So kings may reign, their crowns a fleeting gleam,
Ruled as He sees fit, by wisdom’s sovereign scheme.