My attire for the Royal visit has been the source of much debate
And how should one address the King? Or should I be quiet, not speak?
And is photography allowed, or would that be a cheek?
I've been trying to learn the protocol, by watching the TV
Practicing my curtsey, how low it has to be.
I've been fretting and quite nervous, full of worry every day
For I've heard a whispered rumour, that the King is on His way.
But He's not a King of nations, He's the King of Kings, and He
Is mightier than the highest power that you and I might see
When the Kings of all the countries, wear their finest robes and crown
It is nothing in comparison, this King beats them all hands down
For our King is robed in majesty, He is gloriously crowned with light
He is splendid, mighty, awesome, and He came one silent night
and they laid him in a manger, not a palace, just a stall
What a humble, odd beginning for the Lord, the King of all.
It is Jesus whom we speak of, He's the King for whom we wait
But the fact is, He is here now, it's a lot to contemplate
He's the reason that we celebrate, and he looks upon our hearts
He knows about us all, each one, and still his love imparts
He's not a King who stands far off, He cares about the way
That life affects us, all our fears, and all our joys today.
We do not need to be dressed up, we come just as we are
Just like those shepherds and the wise men, journeying from afar
Will you dare to meet with him today? Will you seek the King of Kings
Can you grasp how much He loves you, whatever issues you may bring
No matter that we're struggling, that we're tired or getting old
He welcomes you and values you more than precious jewels or gold
He's seeking out your face among the many people here
He's calling out your name today and longing that you hear
Will you listen? Will you answer? Will you give him everything
Will you make today, the day you dare to meet the King of Kings.
Karen Holmes
19th December 2015
