My King
The Lord is my inspiration.
My love for Him needs no interpretation.
Through my writing, through my words,
I glorify Him as Lord.
He is my King, He died for me.
His love and grace I do not always
see.
I am a mess, but He does not love me
less.
You are my King, for You my heart
sings.
2,000 years ago, in a tomb You laid
down low.
But it couldn’t contain You, on the
third day You rose.
You have called me chosen, accepted,
loved, not forgotten.
You are my King.
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Psalms 24:1, "The earth and everything in it, the world and its inhabitants, belong to the Lord."
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