If I could stand before the throne
Turn an ear to His trumpet blown
Blinded by His countenance bright
Finding in His majestic Light I’m fully known
Amazed by lovely seraphim
And flying, singing cherubim
Though they themselves are quite sublime
Each spends every moment of time worshipping Him
By contrast my paltry worship
Is hindered by my ego trip
May a vision of God’s throne room
Cause praise like a sweet perfume rise from my lips
Lord, make me see Your majesty
So I’ll worship, You are worthy
Great Creator, Lamb who was slain
Forever and ever You reign, You are holy
Holy, holy, holy are You
You are righteous, that much is true
Remind me daily of Your grace
Help me seek Your beautiful face each day anew
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For the Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is brought to is today by Gayle, who offered a form lesson on the Florette. It’s a cool form I just had to try.