The King of Glory
I think I shall never sing
A sincere song that will thrill the king,
A king whose love fills the earth
Where he mould men whom he gave His breath.
I think I shall never know
The secret that makes seeds into trees grow
The secret known from the beginning
By Him who gave birds and fouls wings for flying
I think I shall never see
The glory of Him who has power to set free,
He set me free from myself
So I won’t be like a book that’s left the shelf.
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