The Lord is king, he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed, he is girded with strength. He has established the world; it shall never be moved;
your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting.
The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their roaring.
More majestic than the thunders of mighty waters, more majestic than the waves of the sea, majestic on high is the Lord!
Your decrees are very sure; holiness befits your house, O Lord, forevermore.
How strange to read about one being broken majesty and girded with strength. How strange to read about this the night of Good Friday where we just heard the story of Jesus being dressed in a purple robe and beaten and mocked. How strange to serve the king who rules through service and not through power. How strange for this kingdom to be marked by love rather than armies.