Once there was a King who visited one of his poor villages telling them his child was among the children of the village. All the villagers did not know who the prince or princess was, so they treated them all as princes and princesses and loved them dearly. They also feared the wrath of the king if his child was not well treated so they built schools and hospitals for the children.
Many years passed and not one of the children knew they may have been a prince or princess. But they did well in life. They became hard workers in the growing town. They were married and had children of there own, because they were loved by their parents. Not just because one of them was a child of the King.
Finally the King returned to the town. And a grandmother of one of the children on her deathbed asked the King. "My grand-daughter is the princess, isn't she?"
The King replied. "They are all my Children."
This was a very cool story I heard and wanted to share it with you.
I think when I first heard this story that it was story of God's love for the all the Children.
-The Beast
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