Brighter than a thousand suns,
Is the throne of our Almighty God,
Everything else insignificant in it's glow,
But even the throne is dimmed,
By Him who sits upon it.
'Come close', He says 'Draw near',
'Your faith this privilege has bestowed',
'See this river of life, that besides the throne does flow',
'Come, drink of it'
'Live life evermore'.
I look around me,
To see whom He has called,
I am alone, all alone,
In His royal presence,
Alone am I.
The King looks me in the eye,
'Yes it is you',
'Loyal and faithful servant'
'Draw near',
Tears of joy fill my eyes.
The beautiful words,
Loyal and Faithful,
Draw near,
Such precious words,
Indescribable joy is mine.
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