And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead.
(Revelation 1:17)
In radiant splendor, His countenance glows,
Like the sun’s brilliance, His presence shows.
When I beheld Him, I fell in awe,
At His feet, humbled, without a flaw.
His strength, a beacon, shining bright,
Guiding souls through darkest night.
Before His majesty, I bow my head,
In His grace, I find peace, fear fled.