In my own little world where I play the Queen,
My subjects implore me, but I remain unseen.
A Queen with no King, though He still rules this heart
My fears, my shame... Lord! I can't play this part!
Then I look out the window and see that bright Morning Star
& As He dries my tears He says "Be who you are!"
I died on that cross so you could live free,
As for your King...well, that would be Me.
The blessings I give you, are for no one else,
Take some of that faith you've for Me & use some for yourself.

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