"That's My King!" Who's Rich Beyond Measure But Gave Up His Treasure To Fill Us With Pleasure!

The rich young man falls on his knees

And calls Christ good – now help me please

Eternal life he wants to seize

But his heart feeds a great disease

More than the God Who hears his pleas

He loves his money more than these

This is not good – it's sinful sleaze

All his goodness he thinks he sees

Which from his youth he's done with ease

God's holiness cannot appease

Since it's not good – idol disease

So trust the King o'er all decrees

The wrath of God He did appease

And rose again – He holds the keys

To life forever, and He frees

From all our idol loving sleaze

And heals our deepest heart disease

For He Himself's the prize we seize

He's our treasure beyond degrees

So come to Him Who all foresees

Your heart's great thirsts He will appease!

That's my King! I wonder if you know Him today?!

Be sure of this – our God is good

This rich young man misunderstood

And though he's not come from the hood

He'd failed to do the good he should

His god was gold – with wealth he stood

So sin alone is all he could

Jesus loved and understood

Therefore He died upon that wood

And rose alive – on death He stood

He gives new life so that you could

Turn from sin – live as you should

By faith in Christ God makes you good

So treasure Him – the greatest good!

That's my King!

We all are sinners – this is true

Even us out in the pew

Our hearts sweet idols do accrue

Until His sweetest love breaks through

We turn to Christ with hearts anew

And stick to Him like dust on glue

So bid your greatest loves adieu

And take Him for your greatest view

For on that cross He died for you

Richest Young Ruler out they threw

But three days passed – He rose on cue

And all our enemies He slew

The greatest Lover – He will woo

And be to you forever true

He's better than you ever knew

Now your whole life He will renew!

That's my King! Do you know Him?!

Since Christ so loved, the truth He must

Tell this man and not adjust

Point out to him his money lust

All idol loves with care He'll bust

And call on Him the Christ to trust

He died to make poor sinners just

And lives to evermore combust

Our hearts with growing love robust

For this very God we trust

So let's not put our hopes in rust

Humble stay at the cross dust

May Christ alone be our true lust

May all our hopes on Him be thrust

He is our only need and must!

That's my King!

Christ Is The Riches Of All Of Creation

The Rich Young Ruler Of Every Nation

The Good God From Heaven – The Incarnation

Who Obeyed Every Law – God’s Declaration

Yet Died For Our Sins As Propitiation

Then Rose Up Alive For Our Justification

By Faith Alone There’s No Condemnation

His Spirit Has Come For Sanctification

So Money Love’s Gone And We Conquer Temptation

Unlike This Rich Man Who Faced His Damnation

We Freely Give In Praise Celebration

Our Treasure’s In Heaven At The Consummation

King Jesus Our Preoccupation, Infatuation

And Holy Fascination, Who Causes Intoxication

More Than Anything Else In All Of Creation!

That's my King! That's my King!