King of Kings

King where dost thy realm begin, the Kingdom and thy throne? I come to offer my sword to thee, my life, my blood, my Soul. Ne'er once have I admired more, majestic Sovereign up on high Guiding light from blinding star, if you please with me abide. Offering this hand of mine, to be taken and held by your's Flight of fancy, heart's desire, let me fight this gallant cause. King command this subject here, thy will be done not mine Ignorance be no defense, surely recognition is divine Not all Kings belong to monarchy, nor Monarchs blood be blue Grant this wish I ask of thee, Lord let me come to serve you Sword in hand, on bended knee, Son of man, King of Kings.