The Throne Room

As I enter into your presence
I am lost for words.

I stand in awe and amazement.
For your majestic voice I have heard.

I realize that I am not worthy,
how could you love someone like me?

If my name was Dr. Martin Luther King,
or Mother Teresa, then maybe I could see.

Yet here I am in your throne room
and you treat me as royalty.

Lord there is no other place
that I would rather be.

Jesus I bow down before you,
As I kiss your beautiful feet.

I thank you for your mercy and love,
For it has made my life complete.

I never want to leave this place,
For in the throne room I find your amazing grace.

Jesus you alone are King,
And forever I will sing.

Of the wonder of your love.
For certainly you were sent from up above.

Thoughts given by
"The Holy spirit"
To: Karen Showell
Feb 14, 2000©