Unnamed Poem -- The Throne

This little poem came from an experience I had in April, in which I vaguely saw myself kneeling at the foot of a magnificent Throne.

"Come, kneel at My Throne,"

Calls the Father above,

"For you are My own;

My child, you're loved."

"The pardon is free;

There is healing for you.

Find beauty in Me,

And charity, too."

So there did I kneel,

Begging grace and His touch.

With that He did heal,

And give me so much.

"Come, kneel at My Throne,"

Calls the Father above,

"For you are My own...

My child, you're loved."

May 29th, 2016