An Audience with The King

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The following poem is based on Revelation 4:
 
An Audience with The King
by Belinda van Rensburg

Dressed in torn and filthy rags I wait outside a door,
Unmoving and in silence I stare down at the floor;
Then it is my turn to have an audience with the King
And I step into the Hall made glorious by Him.

Immediately I'm overcome with holy fear and awe
As I behold such beauty; perfection without flaw;
Reflected in a crystal sea are seven lamps ablaze -
These are the seven spirits of the Ancient of Days.

In the center of the room God sits upon His throne
And I notice that the Great I Am is not alone;
At His Right Hand sits the Lamb of God Who's overcome -
Judah's Lion triumphant; God's beloved Son!

Encircling the throne is an emerald-colored bow
And four-and-twenty elders are bowed down very low;
Lightning flashes; thunder peals whilst creatures with six wings
Never stop to worship God as day and night they sing.

I reach the throne and cannot help but fall down on my face
Joining angels as they worship in His Holy place,
Then His voice commands me to stand upon my feet;
The moment is upon me and my Maker I must meet.

''I cannot look upon your sins - they're far too black and foul;
There is no place in heaven for such a fallen soul.
What have you to say in your own defense?
Give account of all your deeds and every dark offense.''

The evil one enters the room; his eyes are full of hate;
He points a finger at my heart and says my sins are great -
Naming each and every one he tells the Father what I've done;
Accusing me and claiming that I now to him belong.

The Lamb that has been slain stands up and speaks for me
''Behold My Blood that I have shed upon the cross for thee''
He removes my dirty rags and hands me a clean gown;
Upon my head he places a shiny golden crown.

''There is none who dare condemn you since you are in Me;
I have set my seal upon you as a guarantee.
Heaven's kept no record of the wrong you've done;
Your slate is clean and empty; all your sins are gone.''

In my hand I clutch my new name writ upon a stone
And with grateful heart I praise the One upon the throne:
''Worthy is God's perfect Lamb who has been sacrificed;
Nothing in creation but Himself would have sufficed''.

© 2008