I wonder as I wander out under the sky.
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
He surely could have it, ’cause he was the King.
The place was Murphy, North Carolina,and the time was July, 1933. The Morgan family, revivalists all, were about to be ejected by the police, after having camped in the town square for some little time, coking, washing, hanging their wash from the Confederate monument and generally conducting themselves in such a way as to be classed a public nuisance. Preacher Morgan and his wife pled poverty; they had to hold one more meeting in order to buy enough gas to get out of town.
We wander through His creation of “a star in the sky, or a bird on the wing.”
And because Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cow’s stall”
We bow down in worship “’cause he was the King.”
And still is our King.