The repetition of the message of Christ begins in the garden, continues in the tabernacle in the wilderness and comes to pass at the cross - the images repeating yet transforming....
The song is performed by Point of Grace ~ I wrote this poem in hopes of communicating even greater depth in the beautiful chorus..
One King
brenda vandersee
Hammered to perfection, pure gold
and seven branches
illuminate the Holy Place
of love and second chances
Fueled by pure oil this lampstand burns
but only if attended
early morning and every night
by those who've been selected
It burns to make the dark place light
it burns so one can see
the show bread of His presence
a sign of what will be
Anointed priests move deeper still
in to this holy place
to the alter of the incense
they long to see His face
From the alter of atonement
a coal is used to light
a pleasing fragrance to their God
intersession for their plight
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
Perfection beaten for my sin
blood shed to set me free
to see and live and be a light
His Spirit the fuel in me
The Bread of Life is all I need
anointed by His grace
the veil torn in two, down on my knees
I too will seek His face
Confess my sins, lift up my voice
in love and true repentance
on this alter sanctified
I lift a pleasing fragrance
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
From the splendor and the beauty
deep inside the Holy Place
to the cross of my dear Savior
who died to take my place
God shows His love and mercy
in countless, brilliant ways
but maybe none so tender
as we see His Son as just a babe
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
Three men who knew a king was born
three men we're told were wise
fell down before this child, their King
this child who was born to die
One king held the frankincense
the fragrance of our need
One king held the myrrh for Him
anointing oil for this boy, our King
One king held pure gold
for this Lampstand in our dark place
but the night they fell and worshiped Him
these men saw God's own face....
One King - from Point of Grace
