Jesus is my king

Jesus is my king.....or so I've been informed.  This after sitting in a Denton coffee shop for the last four hours and listening to Christian rock.  It definitely wasn't Christian rock when I walked in, and I don't even remember the switch, but it's definitely been all about glorifying Him for last few hours.  On top of it, there's been a steady stream of interesting folk through this lovely establishment.  First there was the man who had one eye and was reading a book on bringing Christianity into the kingdom of marriage.  Then it was the dreadlock donning yogies (including my very own yoga instructor) who came through.  Now it's a bit of a rough around the edges crowd playing chess on a plastic roll out chess board.  What can I say?  It's a high brow establishment.  I'm not complaining though because no one has been loud or rude (although there was some commotion when four people decided to move some furniture to allow more space around some of the tables.  What's unclear is if they worked here or not.....I'm thinking no) and the music, while praiseful, is being played at a reasonable volume.  So, glory to you, glory to me, and glory to God, and happy writing.