Pauper Served By A King Poem by Barry A. Lanier

It defies all understanding Lord,
Why you hung on that cross for me.
You freely chose your violent fate,
Blood spilt at Calvary.

When my heart gets restless,
Life's a tossing, turning sea.
I walk back up that lonely hill,
Upon knees find rest in Thee.

Oh Jehovah, Master, friend of mine,
My soul in praise I sing.
It defies all understanding Lord,
A pauper served by the King.

Should I wander from the pathway,
You still lead, I don't get lost.
In your blood and promises,
Find my way back to the Cross.

I shall not fear the battles,
For you're always by my side.
All hope is in your Glory,
You are my precious guide.

Oh Jehovah, Master, friend of mine,
My soul in praise I sing.
It defies all understanding Lord,
A pauper served by the King.

As I make this promise,
To serve Thee til' the end.
Rest forever near me Lord,
My Saviour, my best friend.

I shall not fear the battle,
For the battle is already won.
The day that Death was conquered,
That day you gave your Son.

Ten thousand host of angels,
Wait just sitting on their wings,
It defies all understanding Lord,
A pauper served by the King.