Glory to My Holy King
by Lana Giacumakis
Glory to my Holy King
I bring this simple offering
As I sit and praise your name
I cannot fathom why you came.
My words are few, I’m puzzled really
Why you’d give your life so freely.
My human eyes will never see
The logic of your love for me.
Saying thank you seems so trite
My heart is heavy and my throat is tight.
Tears are flowing as I proclaim
Holy Father Bless Your Name.
