Tonight I stepped in God's throne room and I didn't see what John saw
No angels crying holy, no sea of crystal glass
There was no rainbow around his throne, no worshiping winged beasts
No thundering or lightening or voices, the silence I could almost feel
There were no eyes upon Him and the elders were not there
What John saw had now vanished, I noticed as I stood bare

My eyes were fixed upon Him I could not help but stare
His eyes were fixed upon me as if He welcomed my presence there
I stood in the emptied throne room wondering where the crowd had gone
How could John have failed to mention the place that I now stand
He never told of the love I feel so tangibly encircling me
And the power of that love to change making me who I must be
How could the Father gaze this way at me, how could my presence He not shun
Since feeling naked I could tell He knew everything I'd done
How could I be the one being admired since it's before His throne I stand
And why should He embrace me, I questioned as He extend His hands

Our eyes locked on each other, no exchange of word was said
But as I stood facing the Father love replaced the fears I had
I was not afraid to show Him all that my heart bore
He was not afraid to hold me in His hand I was broken no more
I guess John had a different purpose as he got a glimpse of the Father's throne
And I am glad the reason I was there was not the same as his own
The emptiness was deliberate He seemed to know I would come home
I was happy as was He it was me and God ALONE
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