There are days when I run to the Throne room,
Rejoicing, glad, and jubilant,
Waltzing in with worship.
But then, there are days,
That I break down into sobs,
And the Throne room comes to me.
I don’t have to say a word or explain why I was crying,
Why the hot tears wouldn’t stops streaming down my face.
Or that sorrow clenched my throat and I couldn’t utter a word,
No, I didn’t have to.
For He’ll know,
The One who knit me in my Mother’s womb would know,
Why the very heart He created was hurting.
And He would hold me close and let Love cover me all around,
As long as I needed,
However long I needed.
We would stay that way,
Until I could breathe again,
Until my heart stopped hurting.
And I would know for sure, that if my heart broke ever again,
This is where I should rush to.
Nowhere else, but the Throne Room of Heaven.
Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
Hebrews 4:16 NIV
