Behold, My King
Behold, My King.
He was standing before the throne.
He considered the one who knew of Him;
Why is my servant being stoned?
He had already told them that his kingdom would come.
They even knew it was in their generation;
Why was he not enthroned already?
Here comes another, standing before his servant.
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen!
The first Martyr.
Should he not suffer, just like the first martyr?
He never rested, but gave the message of the kingdom.
Here comes another!
Why was no one found to unseal the seven seals?
Where was my LORD, if not in the Holy of Holies?
Is he not on His throne already?
Behold the Lamb standing before the throne.
Was he not the one holding the scroll?
Alas, the Seven seals are unsealed.
Where is my king, if not on his throne already?
Behold the Lamb in the midst of the throne.
Behold, My King.
Copyright © Ngutor Tsenongo | Year Posted 2024
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