The Throne
He approached the throne trembling inside.
Where could he go? Where could he hide?
Time stood still. What brought him here?
He couldn’t remember and was filled with fear.
Closer now, each step seemed like his last.
He couldn’t look forward, just thought of the past.
Past sins and regrets, his life brought him shame.
“Is this heaven” he thought, then why all the pain?
Now he stood at the foot of this beautiful throne,
Looked around and saw he was all alone.
The seat it was empty. No one was there.
He wondered…should he go sit in the chair?
His hand touched the wood and what flashed through his eyes
Was the scene of a mob and loud angry cries.
He cried from a pain in his hands and his feet.
His head hurt, his side ached, he felt deep deep defeat.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more,
And his heart swelled with sorrow he couldn’t endure.
He let go of the chair and fell to his knees,
When Christ came, took his hand, and met all his needs.
Now standing with Jesus; face to face.
He understood fully the cost of free grace.
He bowed to his King who sat on the throne.
That place is for Jesus and Jesus alone.
Hebrews 4:16 NLT
So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.
4 comments:
You continue to suprise me! That was very good and powerful. Where did you find that picture, it was perfect. Love you. Julie
The picture is just something I came across one.
What a beautiful account of our position in Christ! Thanks for sharing. The art looks similar to a piece I have by Chris Hopkins, but it reminds me of another artist whose name I can't remember. Perfect visual!
Thank you for the poem. As usual it was excellent and very meaningful. Reminds us to keep God in our lives. Love you, Mom
Post a Comment