At Your Throne

Verse 1 (soft, almost whispered)

I come with dust upon my knees

Not with crowns, not with degrees

Just a child who wandered far

Looking up at who You are

Angels tremble when You rise

Yet somehow here I stand

With my small and shaking hands

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Pre-Chorus (gentle build)

What kind of King

Lets children near?

What kind of God

Wipes every tear?

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Chorus (reverent, slow Afro sway)

I kneel before You

Lion and Lamb

Holy forever

Yet You call me Your child

You lift my chin

You wash my face

Wrap me in mercy

Clothe me in grace

Ohhh what kind of King

Would carry me home?

The God of love

Who sits on the throne

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Post-Chorus (layered chant, soft rhythm)

Eh-eh-eh

Holy, holy

Eh-eh-eh

Yet so near

Eh-eh-eh

Gentleness and kindness

Meeting here

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Verse 2

You don’t turn from dirty hands

You don’t shame where I have been

You kneel down in a royal robe

And pull my trembling body close

Water flows from wounded side

Cleans the shame I used to hide

Not with force, not with demand

But with scars upon Your hands

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Pre-Chorus 2

What kind of throne

Has room for me?

What kind of crown

Bends lovingly?

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Chorus (stronger, drums rise)

I kneel before You

King of all

Maker of oceans

Yet You meet my eyes

You lift me up

Set me on high

Seat me beside You

Call me Your child

Ohhh what kind of King

Would fight for my soul?

The God of love

Who makes me whole

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Bridge (intimate, almost crying worship)

Jesus…

I don’t deserve to be this close

Jesus…

But You say I belong

You wash my feet

With royal, holy hands

You write my name

In nail-scarred palms

I don’t just bow

I’m held in Your arms

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(Build – soft warrior daughter rise)

Crowned in mercy

Marked by grace

Daughter of the Holy One

Standing face to face

Not afraid

Not undone

Held by the Eternal Son

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Final Chorus (reverent but triumphant)

I kneel before You

You lift me gently

And hold me in Your arms

Lion and Lamb

Righteous and kind

The God of fire

Father’s heart

Ohhh what kind of King

Would bend so low?

The God of love

Who won’t let me go