To the King I Go

To the King I Go

 

To the King I go,

To pour my worship.

Giving all I am

Into His grip.

 

He knows

All my issues and hangups,

And still, He listens--

Delighted to fill my cup.

How I need Him,

The touch of His grace.

Calling out
His great Name.

 

At my wits end,

When all I know is to cry so.

He hears… He hears…

So, to the King I go.

 

In His Presence

Let me be graciously found.

Undeserving am I,
Yet, His love surrounds.

 

When all’s lost

Amid this world’s torturous flow,

And I’m poor and needy…

To the King I go.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

8/26/24