Jesus the King

I know the day is so close, I can taste it
If I am one in Christ, who does that make me?
I am the least of all men, I am nothing
He did not need to use me, but He did
I gave Him EVERYTHING I am, was, and ever will be
He Annihilated me in His Bosom
In a sanctified Union with Jesus the King

While I let that sink in, let me remind you
I have the power to stay God’s Wrath
One day I may be compelled to breathe His Fire
But there’s still hope left, a kind of Love that’s truly His
In a joyous triumphant proclamation in song
With His Faith I am perfectly filled to the brim

See that meniscus grow? It’s billowing up…