Psalm 123:1-2. “Unto thee I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.” THE THRONE-SITTER. Seraphim cover their faces and feet. Holy fear is on all who are in His presence The place of authority is filled and functional The laws of God are working as He intended The Holy One seated there does not sleep Everything that is happening is under control Evil and good elsewhere identify every person But here in the throne room is only righteousness Justice follows a path to its appointed end Fairness doesn’t follow the thinking of frail mortal men The attempt of ant-like figures on earth Are beneath the dignity of this One who knows all His view is one of an eternal “now.” He sees an unending day of meaningful existence Maintains his dignity in spite of challenges I look upon the “Throne-Sitter,” and He recognizes me And bids me come: boldly – often – in faith And I do – with fear and reverence Respect and grateful thanks – often – And am accepted – In Him.
“I look up to Thee, O Lord God Almighty, and acknowledge my smallness in Thy presence. I am aware I have no claim in myself upon Thee or Thy great benevolence, but I thank Thee for the throne of grace to which I often come and where I find the fullness of Thy grace to meet each need as it arises. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.”