Ruler Songtext
von AMP

As I survey the horizon, I see the manna.
The Sovereign One′s provision for the doubters; it's a banner
for the people who′ve been down and finding it harder to stand-up.
Fear is dangling over your head like sledge hammers. (ah)
Disbelief has started becoming a close friend.
We've been trudging on this beaten path with no end.
Will this locked and closed door ever open?
All this toiling and perseverance is really getting old, man. It's difficult to trust when Your every pen stroke′s
writing a check I can′t cash, man I'm dead broke.
What are you making? It looks like a bunch of madness
I can′t decipher what you're painting on this tattered canvas.
This little mind of mine′s wishing to resign.
Yet each move of Your brush is poetry -- so divine My fickle heart is desperately trusting in every sweep,
hoping the final product turns out as a masterpiece.I will give you glory
for no greater prize
than to see Your kingdom come
O ruler of my life
I am Yours
I say I live for Your glory, I submit to Your will
Raise my hands during worship, don't conform to the world
But when I meditate upon Your truth, I′m stricken again
Do I really glorify You or seek the glory of men How concerned am I about the church and those who don't know You
When comfort determines obedience, can I say that I'm loyal?
Denying preferences don′t equal death to myself
When did discomfort defined what′s meant to carry the cross?

How weak and meager are men, unworthy in view of the truth
You are holy and righteous, there is nobody like You
Who's in need of nothing, yet changes the hearts of the wicked
Not ′cause You long for love, but love Your Son and rejoice in repentance


Why'd You die, saving sinners from the wrath we deserve?
Help me understand this crazy love relayed in Your Word
Be compelled for Your glory, no longer seeking my kingdom
I am Yours for Your will, to You I pledge my allegiance I will give you glory
for no greater prize
than to see Your kingdom come
O ruler of my life
I am Yours There is no greater satisfaction
There is no quintessential joy
Than knowing that I′m made for glory
To love the everlasting LORD

Let me shout it out... EVERYTHING WILL FADE!
Every tower, every brick that you've gone and laid
Any currency, and any white picket dream
Any sickness you′re afflicted with & every scheme
For the finitude of man feels the infinite
The limited edition human craves the limitless
There is no better bliss, Jesus help my unbelief
Tune my heart to sing with saints your kingdom song to never cease!