The Way of Kings

There is a way in life, Not many dare to go

It is the way of Kings, as I’m about to show

What makes a king, a king? The one who wears the crown?

The one with many servants? Or mayor of the town?

Born of royal blood? Or chose by those of power?

Surely he is king, who has the highest tower.

The one who rules the army, the one to subjects bow

The one who sits upon the throne, endowed with worldly power?

Well many say that’s easy, of course the king’s the king

The merry king of England, and Russia’s great the Queen

There’s princes and there’s barons, the dutchess and the dutch

How can you even question, that these and such, are such?

While surely I won’t argue, those given title rule the land

But who do they report to? Who did deal their hand?

There is a King of Kings, The one whom kings do bow

And I ask you one more question, did he ever wear a crown?

I tell you that he didn’t, never, not but once

And those who donned it forced him, and mocked him as a dunce

He didn’t have a tower, not a bed to call his own

And when surrounded by the crowds, it was often to be stoned

He is the king of Heaven, legions hale his name

To say he has a rival, would be insane to claim

Earth is his footstool, heaven is his throne

Each of us made by him, all our flesh and bone

So I ask again, who’s king? Is it he who wears the crown?

Is it he who made the heavens? or mayor of the town?

I’ll tell you who my king is, he rules the living and the dead

All royal that are on the earth, to him their knee doth bend

This King he has one purpose, to make Kings of you and me

To raise us up in his way, and share his glory

His glory might, and power, are far greater than kings we’ve come to know

And how we can receive it, Is what I will now show

It is the way of kings, he said come follow me

And if we choose to tread this path, like him we’ll come to be

He said to us be perfect, and I say we surely won’t

And thus the war we have inside, like thus has been provoked

To receive we must be like him, our character must change

He can’t give us his power, by handing us the reigns

You see it’s not that easy, he’s God because who he is

It’s who he is that matters, not all he has that’s his

His aim it is to give us, all he has and even more

But it’s sure to ruin us, if he isn’t at our core

If something else does drive us, we’ll be right out of luck 

We’ll never feel his joy inside, we’ll be forever stuck

All things they sing his glory, but not by force of might

It’s natural, it’s logical, he’s never ending light

He can’t just give us his place, like keys to a car

We must become like him, if his place is to be ours

So this is what I speak of, the path to become like him

It’s what we all endeavored, into the world of sin

And now you say -  that can’t be

He didn’t sin you see

And now I tell you one thing - Its sin that sets us free

Sinning isn’t freeing, but the option gives us choice

The ability to take that path now gives a second voice

This is why we came here, to grapple with ourselves

To change our very being, the most strain I’ve ever felt

This wrestling and struggle, is what I call the way

It’s all caught up in nature, while keeping it at bay

It’s in the heat of battle, letting peace hold its sway

It’s all awash with sorrow, and then choosing to stay

It’s lost in the ocean, not sure where to go

And choosing to press forward, no matter how long the road 

It’s lusting after beauty, or money, glory - fame

And seeing in the distance, their hollowness and pain

It’s feeling rather lucky, you’ve been given what you’ve got

Then behold the brother next to you, and giving him your spot

It’s legs and lungs a screaming, one more mile left to go

And finding the voice that lies inside, to encourage him that’s close

It’s sticking to a diet, when confronted with the cake

Then having such control within, that you can even bake

It’s keeping all your focus, when distraction’s all around

Remembering your purpose, when many other paths abound

It’s being hurt by a leader, no clue to know but why?

And finding strength within yourself, to let no grudge defy

It’s feeling rather hungry, or famished to your core

And then when asked to fast again, you say okay once more

This life it would be easy, except for one little thing 

It’s that little voice you have inside, that makes you want to scream 

You know you want this one thing, but the other looks so good

What you’d give to have them both, if you just only could

Each of us endeavors, to become like all the greats

But walking the path to get us there, is for many much to straight

There’s oh so many choices, and many do seem fine

But we must choose to sacrifice, if we’re to be divine

That little voice is calling, but deep inside you know

If you’re to become your very best, the answer must be “no”

Many never do this, the animal’s too strong

The spirit that resides inside, hasn’t learned to keep it calm

And that is what this life’s for, to stretch our spirit til

We are master of our soul, and control what I call will

This “will” that I speak of, it goes by many names

Agency, decision, choice, it’s why to earth we came

I promise you, I promise you, the toughest thing you’ll ever do

Is to make the sacrifice inside, to kill the beast in you

For many this is daily, temptation doth abound

But as they learn to tame it, they’re sure to wear a crown

This is the becoming, this is what I call the way

To follow in his foot steps, we must control our taste

No it isn’t easy, but how else could it be?

You’re grappling inside yourself, which side will hold the key?

Wrestling is easy, when foes have different strengths

But when both match in size, the struggle isn’t for the faint

And see here is the beauty, you’re wrestling with yourself

It’s the greatest fight of your life, and it’s for what I call true wealth

That’s why we're here on the earth, the stretching of our souls

The spirit and the flesh ‘come one, locked in death grip holds

For a moment one seems too strong, but just wait one second more

The next will seem to have the fight, but then who’s keeping score?

The beauty of this match up, is not even one point is kept

There’s one who’s already won the fight, he broke the chords of death

So why do we struggle, and go through all this strain

What is asked is far too hard, many do complain

The whole purpose is becoming, stretching, growing, strain

And if we elect to take the course, we surely will come to reign

So in those shrieking moments, when the struggle seems so hot

Remember this is the purpose, its actually what you sought

If we can learn to cherish, this oh so great divide

We’ll find more joy in the journey, and not feel the need to hide

And in those times of testing, we’ll see things much more clear

See the path to navigate, and gain control to steer

This is the higher road, that many never choose to take

Consider what’s most important in your life, and you’ll know what choice to make

And if you dare to take this path, it is the better part

It is the way of kings, so settle it in your heart