Poetry
Around The Throne
I long to bow down at the throne,
To seek the God who I call my own,
To praise,
To love,
To worship Him,
All my appreciation and love,
To give,
To Him,
Who made me and all I will ever see,
To Him who sent His Son to be hung on a tree,
I fall before the throne.
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