I know a King who’s also a friend. A long time ago, he left his home to visit ours and make a way for us to be citizens of his city instead.
While he was here, he touched to heal, made outcasts the insiders, and proved he had power to defeat death for good.
Kings stay on their thrones, but this one didn’t because he’s also a friend.
He gets down on your level, sees you, and has the peace you’re looking for: “Put that heavy burden you’re carrying on my shoulders. I’ll trade your heaviness for rest. Walk with me and your heaviest weights will feel like feathers.” Kings have power. Friends offer peace. I know a King who’s also a friend.