The Throne Room Of Grace

THRONE ROOM OF GRACE
Where do I go
If not your presence
Where do I look to for help
If not to you
I am empty on my own
I am helpless without You
But I find Grace and Mercy
Right here, in the throne room of grace.

Jesus, my high priest
He can be touched
By the feelings of my infirmities
He opened wide the gates
Not just that
He gave me boldness
That I may find You
Right here, in the throne room of Grace.

I want to drink
Of the river
Flowing freely from your throne
I want to drink
Of the fountain of life
Springing up in me to eternal life
Little wonder I am strengthened
When I appear in Zion
I gain life indeed
Right here, in the throne room of Grace.

The throne room of Grace
Where all can come
Irrespective of the race
Just the way they are
Where else would I rather be
If not at the place
Where weakness is swapped for strength
And emptiness for life
Where else if not
Right here, in the throne room of Grace.