In His Throne Room
Holy God, I worship You
with all that’s in me,
I enter Your presence.
Feeling a little odd,
knowing I’m dealing
with an unseen world.
But you have revealed enough to me
that I know You are real
and all You say You are.
I come to You knowing You are love.
You are all powerful.
You are beautiful, wise and good.
You are King of kings
and Lord of lords.
You are IT for me, all I desire.
Wonderful, lovely, pure, Holy God!
I worship You,
feeling totally inadequate for the job.
So I unite my heart
with the Holy Spirit
and ask for His help.
Lord, I’m a poet
and you have gifted me,
but now my gift and words fail me.
Spirit, fill me, that I may offer
the Father praise and thanksgiving
in a fitting, worthy way.
I think of Heaven,
being in Your throne room
where many nations of people praise You.
Your glory emanates from Your throne,
filling, touching, transforming,
tingling through my body, my skin.
Excitement builds up
and longing, longing
for connection with Your incredible love.
The worship, the energy, the enthusiasm,
a thousand times a thousand
of an NFL football game.
Beauty greater than the Alaskan wilderness.
Joy greater than the birth of children and grandchildren.
Peace, purer and more untarnished than a mountain stream.
God, I long to be in that world!
It makes this world seem flat,
empty, dull, dirty.
Thank you, through faith in Christ,
I will live in that world
sooner than it will seem.
But while I live on this earth
may I experience this in my meditations
and let it flow out through the things I do.
I love You and worshinp You.
In the name of Your precious Son,
I pray. Amen!