Joel Payne’s song “what kind of throne” has been played at church. It’s been the song that got under my skin this Christmas. (I’ve quoted the song, the reflective bits not in quotes are not his.) It always amazes me as a non musician who can’t sing too well, that songs have the power to smack my life around and make me take notice – secular ones as well as obviously Christ centred ones like this.
“What kind of throne is a manger of hay,
no majesty shown there, no dignity claimed,
for one who deserves to be
crowned and enthroned on our praise?
What kind of king is so modestly born,
when glory unmeasured is humble and small?
This is the hope of the world
and the true light of all.”
This song makes me cry. Each time I hear it. The highest of kings who deserves everything. Who so often gets the left over bits of the day and fairly scant thanks and praise. Like Jesus, I want to grow in depth and stature.
“So I’ll bow down to worship the humblest of kings
and I’ll bring him the best that I have;
I’ll say that I love him, and that I am his,
and I’ll give him the throne of my heart,
I’ll give him the throne of my heart.”
“What kind of Saviour makes weakness his strength,
in frailty depending on those he would save,
and veiling the power
that always belonged to his name?
What kind of child causes heaven to sing,
with angels proclaiming the hope that he brings?
This is the glory of God,
this is Jesus, the King.”
The line about Jesus depending on those he would save blows my mind. A vulnerable baby, a defenceless refugee, a man needing to learn scripture and a trade. He didn’t get a “matrix style download” even he learned wisdom. The words speak of a humble king who deserves so much more than hype and tasteless adverts. He deserves my life.