Who is this King of Glory?
Who beckons me to come,
Who, with one look unveils me inside out,
leaving me completely undone
Whose robes drip with Majesty
And Endless wonders beckon
Me to come into His stride
And bid my heart to reckon
The truth of who I am in whole
That truth that scares me so
That truth I try so hard to hide
So that no one will know
How much I question who I am
And what I’m doing right
Yet, here You stand and beckon me
Child, come into My Light
And so, I come, head bowed, eyes searching
Where else can go?
Who else knows the whole of me?
And the holes that fill my soul
And once again, by mercies Hand
His weight of Glory pulls me under
And as I step in, my hole filled heart
Becomes Holy bathed in His Wonder
And I am lost once again, but not in me
But in His Holy Light
O’ Jesus’, how could it be?
This is the only place I’m made right?
