Then I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, “Who is worthy to open the scroll and to loose its seals?” And no one in heaven or on the earth or under the earth was able to open the scroll, or to look at it.

So I wept much, because no one was found worthy to open and read the scroll, or to look at it. But one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep. Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has prevailed to open the scroll and to loose its seven seals.”

And I looked, and behold, in the midst of the throne and of the four living creatures, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as though it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent out into all the earth. Then He came and took the scroll out of the right hand of Him who sat on the throne.

(Revelation 5:2-7)

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In realms above, a voice did sound,
“Who dares unseal this scroll profound?”
Yet none could meet the daunting task,
No soul in heaven, earth, nor cask.

Tears welled within, despair’s cruel snare,
No hand found worthy, none to dare.
But hark! A whisper, soothing, wise,
“The Lion, the Lamb,” the elder cries.

Behold, amidst the throne’s bright gleam,
The Lamb, once slain, in glory’s beam.
With seven horns and eyes aglow,
He claims the scroll, redemption’s flow.