I bow my head in supplication, to the King of every nation,
the one who holds all men’s hearts
in his hand.
On my knees earnest intent,
I speak the words of a man spent,
when before the master of all I dare not stand.
Here I am at the throne of God
Here I kneel to the King of Kings,
and my tongue,
Of such sweet things my vain mind sings
how can I know such distraction?
When be-fore almighty God
of whom I know but a fraction?
What is more enticing than, the mind of my Father?
How can I consider somthing
other than the potter?
When God is near,
His creation here
for me in awe to wander,
how is it that,
I find other
foolish thoughts to ponder?