Trinity

If only I could serve You, Lord,
My king, in the smallest way,
In recognition of Your holding me,
Keeping me, a place in Your kingdom.

I kneel, Lord, before Your majesty,
See Your kingly crown, diadems and gems,
Rubies and gold upon Your head
And the sceptre of Your power,
Dominion over all.

But in the blink of an eye, Lord, I see
The crown of thorns, not ruby gold,
The blood of Your life; no cloak
Even that night they took You to die.

I stand not by the throne but by the altar
Of the King’s sacrifice for the people of His realm.