From His Throne

The flesh so groans
From the heat and pain
As it toils on
Through the bumpy lane

And though the soul
Feels so burdened
Let not the soul
Become hardened

Let the spirit spring forth
As a great fountain
And the flesh be clothed
With strength of mountains

As you place your faith
Upon God's Word
You'll see His Grace
Come straight toward

Not left alone
To face the war
But from His Throne
You'll make the score