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The Throne in Heaven
The reality as it seems,
Of the visions within my dreams;
Such a sight that it had given,
As the door opened to Heaven.
As the first voice came to my ears,
An angel suddenly appears;
With a voice that sounds like a horn,
Looking as young as a new born.
He said for me to come up there,
And climbing up to the top stair;
He would make it perfectly clear,
Of many things that time draws near.
I could see a seat setting high,
There was no way I could deny;
Of the one that was sitting down,
While wearing a pure white gown.
A crown of gold upon His head,
A slight blood stain where He had bled;
An arch of light around His seat,
As His glory shined from His feet.
Burning flames and voice of thunder,
I did not have need to wonder;
Bowing on my knees to my Lord,
As my praises outwardly poured.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
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