Heaven's Throne 
 

Words are merely symbols...
little comfort can they bring
when the heart is breaking
and the soul is filled with pain.
 

Though hard to find one happy thought
on a day that's sad,
we know His will is always done
and it is never bad.
 

The breeze so gently sways a rose...
the eye admires this so,
yet underneath, in thorny bed,
the wind there, too, does blow.
 

A sunrise is so wonderful...
our souls uplift in praise
but we would never witness one
if night-time stayed away.
 

So may this hill that you must climb
place you nearer heaven's throne.
And may each tear that you must cry
hold peace, soon to be born.  
 

Danny Pogue
©1996   
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