In this chair, I sit.
This chair, is the throne
on which I reign.
This chair is mine,
and my house is my castle.
Here, no one dares to hassle
the king. I do as I please.
I am the ruler of my own fate,
It’s a character trait.
But someone once told me
about a guy named Jesus,
and how He
could redeem me from
this miserable fate of mine.
“But my life is my own,
I do as I please, and I
like it that way,”
I heard myself say.
Now, as I look back
on this life of mine,
all I can see are
the rough times.
I recall very
little joy, and very
little hapiness. And I
know not why
dear lord- help us to get off your throne. when we choose to do what we want..we do find less joy and consequences that hurt. lord be in control- may we yeild to the king jesus. like the poem-ofcoarse i do