Royal Creator, I see hints of Your order even in this chaos,
strands of music even in this strident noise.
Stands regal personhood embraced by royal priesthood,
with Christ fixed against the black chaos of a wily will–will gone wild.
I cannot escape You, nor would I want to.
My governance is in obedience, rule in coming under,
human strength hemmed in and surrounded by Divine order,
and this fragile worthiness calls forth praise.
Authority links hand in hand with responsibility,
caring for the chaos,
praying for redemption.
Doxology gives the soundtrack for my flawed rule,
and I am humbled, bowed before my regal Lord.