Help me –
my Lord Jesus, to see you in your place.
It’s called
a throne of glory, it’s full of love and grace.
So often I
do try – to put myself on high.
Yet, you
are my creator, the one that rules the skies.
I know it
would be better to let you rule my life.
But yet, my
pride takes over and causes pain and strife.
How often
must I stumble, before I realize.
That you
are my provider, your holy and you’re wise.
The
blessings you have given, so much you’ve shown me.
But yet, I
put you lower than the King you ought to be.
Help me –
my Lord and Savior, to remember who you are.
You’re the
Master of the heavens, the ruler the stars.
Matthew
25:31
When the
Son of man shall come in his glory,
and all the
holy angels with him, then shall
he sit upon
the throne of his glory;