Ps 110
1 The LORD said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

2 The LORD shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

3 Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

4 The LORD hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

5 The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

6 He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

7 He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.

Jesus is and there is no man who can thwart Him.  Christ is powerful, and the ends of the earth will hear of His name.  The nations rage, and plot against Him, yet He is set of God on the holy hill of Zion, and dwells between the cherubim.  He makes His home in human hearts, and His refuge is the frailty of men.  The stones of His tabernacle are made strong by His presence, and He thwarts the enemies whose ragings rise.

The scepter of power, the everlasting scepter is in His hand and the reigning crown upon His brow.  O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!

What a marvelous king, for His kingdom will never end.  He reaches to the ends of the earth, and His wings spread wide upon the waters.  Gather you together, you sons of men, and take refuge ‘neath the wings of power.  He is light, He is love, and His kingdom will never end, nor be thwarted all the days of His life – yea, He liveth forever.

This is He who was dead, and is alive again – who humbled Himself below the lowest slave, and came to Mastery above the highest Lord.  Be not afraid ye that dwell in Zion, the everlasting Lord is come into His temple, even His tabernacle in the earth is filled with His presence: we wandering, temporary dwellings.

The Lord reigns above the heavens – the Highest is His name.  More humble than any living soul has been, and greater than the greatest.  Flames of fire are in His eyes, and He will steal His bride, striking those who oppress her with such fury that their ears will ring in terrible cries for eternity.

DO, oh mighty Lord, DO!  Do all that is in thine heart, Most Precious One, and leave no captives to tell.  May the hearts of all those living be turned over to you, and may your kingdom never end.  You shall be there in the last days, a figure of fire on a steed of white – and exploits shall be done by you, be never alone in thy ventures – never alone any more.

You once were alone and neglected – shame and spitting were the lot of the loneliest man.  But your own hand wrought righteousness, and your own power made salvation.  You are the King of kings, and none shall compare to thee.

Be lifted High!  Let your praise ring to the uttermost parts of the sea, and may all the nations of the world proclaim your glory!  Jesus!  Blessed be your name!