You are my King.
Jesus, You are my King.
Jesus, You are my King.
One memory I will never forget is singing "Amazing Love" with 50 other saints in the Garden next to the tomb where Jesus was buried and rose from. I remember thinking "I’m sitting in Jerusalem, God’s chosen city where His chosen people live proclaiming to Jesus 'You are MY King' and they don’t get it". It was like I was saying, "Jesus the Jews may not know that you are their King but I know you are MINE!" The people who He came for, the people that He brought the Kingdom of God to earth for, the ones who looked for a king for generations – they missed the King. As I was sitting in the place where Christ's body was after He had just taken on the sin of the world and I was proclaiming “you are my King”. That’s huge! And of course, Jesus is King whether I say He is or not but I understand what a meaningful statement that is to Him. I had no idea.
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