I approach the Throne
My flesh is weak
Dry down to the bone
Selfishly,
Before the King I stand
A trail of sin
My chaining band
Struggling,
My steps grow slower
The purity of His presence
Demands I cower
Shamefully,
My head bends low
My knees go weak
Amid His glorious glow
Fearfully,
My sin hinders
The weight too great
Lingering hope flickers
Gracefully,
He is established as Seeker
I am there
My perspective bleaker
Lovingly,
His gaze lingers
My soul ablaze
Touched my His healing fingers
Amazingly,
Grace so free
Released at His feet
To help me see
Blameless,
Is His destiny for me
But my heart quivers
For can it truly be
Selflessly,
He takes on what binds
Through His love
Freedom my soul finds
In awe,
I cannot understand
Contentment
From His redemptive plan
Joyfully,
My cup overflows
Jesus as just and merciful God
My heart now knows
Humbly,
My humanity fails
To adequately praise
The King who saves
Saved by grace,
I profess His Name
Chosen by Him
I am no longer the same
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