Monday, June 19, 2017

Prostrate before the greatest one

When you condescend to speak to me
When you choose to allow me to reply
When refusing to ignore my flawed being
I am torn from hope and contemplate suicide

Yours is the throne I lay before
I bow before your dais
Wanting only
To love you more

Your empire is far beyond my imagination
So great it is impossible to measure
Standing next to you would be salvation 
I try to be what you treasure

Freed from exile, Lord  you are great
My heart is free to heal
My honor, my hope, my redemption
Have all been allowed to become real

Only in your presence
My great king
Only from your grace
Do we sing