Woe of Tyrants Follow

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