The Throne of Grace

A Poem Inspired by Hebrews 4:16

When night is deep and burdens crowd the breast,

And silent doubts like shadows gather near,

When weary hearts have long been robbed of rest

And hope grows faint beneath the weight of fear,

There stands beyond the veil, serene and bright,

A throne not forged by wrath but shaped by grace,

Where mercy shines with everlasting light

And love invites the trembling to that place.

No guard of fire bars the pilgrim’s way,

No thunder rolls to drive the soul apart;

Instead a gentle voice seems still to say,

“Come boldly now, thou faint and seeking heart.”

For He who sits upon that sacred seat

Has walked the road where mortal sorrow trod;

He knows the dust that clings to human feet

And bears the scars that testify of God.

Once crowned with thorns beneath a darkened sky,

He tasted grief and felt the sting of pain;

The lonely tear, the anguished human cry,

The weight of guilt He chose Himself to gain.

Thus none who kneel before His throne of light

Approach a stranger cold to human plight.

O wondrous court where mercy overflows,

Where justice bows to kindness deep and wide,

Where every trembling soul at last may know

A refuge strong, a shelter sure to hide.

The poorest prayer that falters on the tongue

Finds wings to rise within that holy air;

The weakest voice, by earthly trials undone,

Is welcomed still within the courts of prayer.

Come boldly then, though shame would bid thee stay,

Though conscience whispers thou art far too stained;

The gates of grace are opened wide today,

For love has triumphed where despair once reigned.

No chain of sin so heavy or so long

But mercy’s hand can break its cruel embrace;

No heart so lost within the night of wrong

But light may reach it from that throne of grace.

And when the storm of life grows fierce and wild,

When paths grow dark and faith begins to fade,

Remember still the welcome undefiled

Within that sacred sanctuary made.

There help is given in the hour of need,

And strength flows forth like rivers from above;

For every soul that dares approach and plead

Will find a throne of everlasting love.

So let the weary traveler draw near,

Let every wounded spirit seek that place;

For God Himself inclines His ear to hear

The quiet cry that rises unto grace.

And those who come with humble, faithful plea

Shall leave renewed, forgiven, and made free.