Throne Room

In this crowded throne room of my heart
I walk among the lesser idols
And look upon the looming hulk of stone
That bears my sovereign likeness
Wondering why, oh Lord
Have you not answered my prayer
To remove the abomination

You gently remind me
That there are some things you will not do without me
Taking a rope and wrapping it around
I pull the graven image down
And break the rocks with pick and axe
Together we cart the rubble out
And sweep the palace clean
Humbled, broken and emptied of myself
I offer you my invitation
To take your rightful place upon the throne
Lord, make my heart your home