I stormed the throne for a time, for one that I could call mine.
He saw my tears rain and blessed me with three to name.
Suddenly I was more, much more than before.
I stormed the throne with urgency, for you see I needed Him to hear me.
Storm the throne, He hears all.
Storm the throne, He catches when we fall.
I stormed the throne for them to see, I wanted them to grow in His love and mercy.
He grew them up and made them strong, that doesn't always take so long.
Now, you see, I storm His throne for me.
I storm His throne to see her face, my brokenness is welcome in this place.
Storm the throne, He hears all.
Storm the throne, He catches when we fall.
I continue to storm the throne, this is not my home.
Precious faces look to me, I storm His throne for them and for me.
I want to teach them the road to take, there are far too many that lead to heartache.
Storm the throne my blessed three, Storm the throne and wait for me.
Today is calm and that's ok. The calm before the storm or so they say.
Storm the throne, He hears all.
Storm the throne, He catches when we fall.
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