Who has seen what it looks like?
Who can tell of what it encapsulate?
Who can reveal to me things about the Throne of Grace?
Is the journey of a thousand or million miles?
May I ask a humble question?
That who can get into the Throne Of Grace?
The blind, sick, whole, rich, poor or healthy?
Oh! Is it the Imam, Cleric, Pastor, Deacon, Evangelist or Usher?
Lost in the troubling tempest of my worries
Who can reveal to me the secret of the Secret Place?
What is the ticket or pass to the Throne Of Grace?
How can the eye of my understanding envisage,
The parables behind this Sacred Throne?
Looking over the limitation of human reasoning,
And taking a journey into the Holies of Holies,
With the spiritual sceptre and mantle as my aide
I see, yes, I see clearly the innermost truth man lacks.
I see the Sacred Throne Of Grace in its most glorious state,
The beauty of it blinds the Sun and mutes the wind
The radiant glow of the Throne, brighter than the world's electricity,
Oh! The Eminem of glory represented therein........
I see the Sacred Throne Of Grace in its most holiest state,
It holds a giant lamb of no blemish,
Oh what a sight! To see elders bow to the Lamb
And even the Angels worshipping at His feet.
I see the Sacred Throne Of Grace in its most fearful state,
Holding the fate of doubting hearts
Hearts that tremble for an unknown judgement
Judgement of all and sundry, of life and death.
See you a man of good courage
That perishes inspite of his boldness?
Mercy has to speak if only you....
Find your way into the shinning light
That radiates The Throne of Grace.