On a throne
so pure,
it appears
like fire.
At a place
so high,
none can
go higher.
Sits GOD,
so holy,
in His
glory and power.
As the
scent of mercy and grace,
fills His
tower.
At the
sound of His voice,
time
stands still.
As He
stretches forth His hand,
death is
quelled.
To stand
in His presence,
all evil
must flee.
To accept
His Son,
sets one
free.
Millenniums
pass,
yet He
remains the same.
As His
Spirit and Word,
still
honor His name.
Who is so
mighty,
That He
never changes His ways?
Only, The
GOD of Forever,
The
Ancient of Days.
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