The King and I

September 24, 2014

The King and I

Why should a sinner ever be

Invited to dine with a Powerful King,

To hear His voice as it speaks such grace,

Needing His help, but shrinking in shame?

E’en at that moment, hearing His voice,

Seeing His hand stretched out—what else my choice?

So little mine to offer as pay,

Offering it yet, a heart bursting with thanks,

Forgetting a moment the proper decor’, then

Hitting my knees with my face to the floor.

Instead of repulsing my flat awkwardness,

Setting His hand on my head to bless!

My! What a feeling!  So overwhelmed!

Emotions a’plenty within me upwell!

Regarding my rags, and my dirt, and my shame,

Crying, I back up, but I hear my name:

“You are forgiven. No more be ashamed.”