Upon the golden throne He stands,
Not just a King, but our God in hands,
With every breath and with every stride,
He bleeds for us , our nation’s pride,

His shadow falls on hills so steep,
Yet in His heart is our souls He keeps,
No crown He needs, no wealth and no sword,
For love alone is His reward,

Through the fire and storm, He shields the weak,
No words can shape the love we speak,
He walks the...