The Ministry of the Same Is Our King

I'm a little tired of the rich glory of the King of High High. In this space of shining light, the sun has opened. When I saw him, I felt his feet are dead. The day is right, the day is only his head. Only the day is raised, I am the first to stand. I have a lot of better than ever. They are the Lord of Christ and His feet. And the ministry of the same is our King.