I don’t need a title. I don’t need a stage
I don’t need a platform, or a following.
I don’t need to lead; be in club ministry
I don’t need those things; Jesus is my King.
See,
King Jesus – in my house tearing down flimsy walls.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are personal.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are MORE than industry,
MORE than a culture movement of “make me a celebrity.”
King Jesus – in my house, and You grant my every need,
You are the flavor seasoning true servant ministry!
SO MUCH….
More than a mic in my hand; more than a song I’ve written
More than a sermon I’ve preached, more than a high emotion I’ve reached.
The Beginning, the Forever and the Always Been;
The End, Omnipotent, The Great I Am.
The Breaker, the Healer, The Door to enter in,
Through you only, In you, my Residence.
My resting place,
so sacred place,
I go to pray, to see YOUR face.
My quiet place,
better than any stage
More special then
any public space.
See,
King Jesus – in my house tearing down flimsy walls.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are personal.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are MORE than industry,
MORE than a culture movement of “make me a celebrity.”
King Jesus – in my house, and You grant my every need,
You are the flavor seasoning true servant ministry!
I’ve seen YOU move,
in a crowd, breaking through.
But there is nothing like,
when it’s just me and YOU…
Your voice breaking in, and that’s where I’m:
Filled over the brim,
a vessel spent – a fragrance scent.
My identity, released,
My faith, refined,
Your reign is loosed,
and I’m the NEW wine.
See,
King Jesus – in my house tearing down flimsy walls.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are personal.
King Jesus – in my house, and You are MORE than industry,
MORE than a culture movement of “make me a celebrity.”
King Jesus – in my house, and You grant my every need,
You are the flavor seasoning true servant ministry!
It’s all about:
Relationship,
Sweet sweet fellowship,
The Father,
The Friend,
The Mother,
Elohim,
El Shaddai
El Olam
Jehovah–Raa
Immanuel
Your Wonder
that captivates
more than
artificiality.
You tumble down
man-made walls,
Take back what’s yours
King Jesus roars….
And You are worth a life wasted out, pouring out, bleeding out, You found me out…
I don’t NEED any one thing,
just Jesus as my King.
This is beyond awesome!
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