Like Jasper And Carnelian - Woe of Tyrants

There’s a door which stands as high

As our eyes can see

In the clouds, reflecting, I’ll hide my face

I’ll hide my cares, my works, they’re dead

From the Spirit, came descriptions

Of what we’re to consider

Yes the beauty of His majesty

Seated upon His throne

One could barely raise their eyes

To view the things taking place

The change of history as the scrolls

Shown enforcing His grace for all to see

The glorious gems, penetrating deep inside

Until I ignite with a surging force

My instincts collide with what’s happening

I’ll avert my eyes, for You can’t see me like this

So pitiful, and so ashamed

Now a peace overwhelms me

I feel no more shame

I am transformed divine

As the Divine claims my blame

Pieces of color coming forth from the throne of mercy

Invading the earth as rays, bursting through the rain

Illuminating the faces of the burdened, poor, and ashamed

Yes this covenant stretches across every tear

With a wonderful claim

A claim of hope for a chance to grasp

A hold of a miraculous dream

To taste the beauty of the sun

Then finally rest, rest inside of its gleam

With the explosions and array of light

The world is quite alive

Reflections of this overwhelming display

Strengthen our sense of sight

Sense of sight, here is the throne

Here is the throne, exploding with love

In an instant I’m bound to world of fantasy

The King of armies I’ve seen in splendor

And I’m realizing I am unclean

I need His scepter of peace

To raise unto the sky

With the strength of His presence inside

From the Spirit, came descriptions

Of what we’re to consider

Yes the beauty of His majesty

Seated upon His throne