King of Kings

This evening at church in a cosy cafe style service I was reminded just how great my God is. It's something I know, but something I also need reminding of. I'd been spending too long 'faffing' and thinking about stuff and just forgetting to come into his p r e s e n c e.
I sat and scribbled in my journal some feelings that I wanted to share; not particularly eloquent or elegant... but just as they came to me, here they are:

Just to come into the presence of my King of Kings, Majesty.
To worship Him.
To remember He's the Great I AM;
that I don't deserve to come into his presence but He embraces me;
that He loves me and welcomes me;
that He uses me;
that He welcomes me;
He wants me;
He remembers me;
He cares about me, that He is my father.
I don't deserve any of this but my gosh do I get it.
I receive gifts beyond my imagination; gifts I don't know what to do with yet;
love that I cannot begin to understand;
grace that I definitely don't deserve;
and mercy, mercy that I couldn't dream of.
My God reigns. He REIGNS!
In my heart, in this world.
God is King...and He is mine.

Song For A Summer's Day

Through fen and farmland walking
With my own country love
I saw slow flocked cows move
White hulks on their day's cruising;
Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.

The air was bright for looking:
Most far in blue, aloft,
Clouds steered a burnished drift;
Larks' nip and tuck arising
Came in for my love's praising.

Sheen of the noon sun striking
Took my heart as if
It were a green tipped leaf
Kindled by my love's pleasing
Into an ardent blazing.

And so, together talking,
Through Sunday's honey-air
We walked (and still walk there -
Out of the sun's bruising)
Till the nights mists came rising

Sylvia Plath, 1956