Who am I that the King of Glory would come in? Who am I that He would condescend to live in this earthly temple and abide in my unworthy heart? Who am I that the Ancient of Days would come dwell with me in my day? Who am I that the Creator would come with such love to me the creature? Who am I that the Lord Himself would take a basin and towel and serve me? Who am I to be so embraced? What kind of God is this? Have I yet worshiped?
“Lift up your heads, O gates, And be lifted up, O ancient doors, That the King of glory may come in! Who is the King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, The LORD mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O gates, And lift them up, O ancient doors, That the King of glory may come in! Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, He is the King of glory. Selah.” Psalm 24:7-10 (NASB)
