Closer to the throne
I long to be
So near that
I cannot see
Anything else
But Him
Close enough to touch
His robe and know
His power in me
To overthrow
All that is bad
In me
Close enough to see
His face alone
And not be distracted
By flesh and bone
That call me away
From Him
Close enough to have
One hand on His
The other reaching out
To a world that is
In dire need
Of Him
I long to be
So near that
I cannot see
Anything else
But Him
Close enough to touch
His robe and know
His power in me
To overthrow
All that is bad
In me
Close enough to see
His face alone
And not be distracted
By flesh and bone
That call me away
From Him
Close enough to have
One hand on His
The other reaching out
To a world that is
In dire need
Of Him
