Posted By: KahunaPosted On: 08:13:53 20th Sep 2008
This a scenario that played out while in prayer/worship time last year.
My footsteps echo down a long white hall
Where am I going?
I enter the Throne room, my flesh trembles
What am I doing?
My eyes cannot see, there is a mist of glory
My ears cannot hear, Holy, Holy, Holy thunders
My feet weave through the crowns on the floor
Many are in attendance, the eyes of their hearts on me
I stand before your gleaming throne
The current of righteousness and purity tugging at my legs
And I wonder,
A man like me, in the presence of a God like you
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