THE KING OF ZION
"After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no one could number, of all nations, tribes, peoples, and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, with palm branches in their hands," Rev 7:9
What an honour
To stand in Your Beautiful City, Zion
With our hands lifted high
And our garments clad in your bedazzling purity
What a privilege
To set our gaze
On The Most Precious Lamb
The King of Zion
What an honour
To join the Heavenly Chorus
All manner of tribe, color, language
Unified by The Blood of The Lamb
What a privilege
To sit in The Heavenly Places
Dwell with The Builder of all things
Reigning with The Lamb from everlasting to everlasting
What a most profound honour
To be invited to the Great Supper
Of The Lamb
To dine with The Source of Life
To say it is an honour
Is a great understatement
But words could never come close
So we gladly lay down our crowns
At The Feet of The One who lifts our heads.
