I see a throne, and He who sits on it is white and majestic
Children climbing to get into his lap
Angels attending at His side
His arms open wide
Hands held high beside
There is such wonder in His sculptures
And the Water keeps coming
Yes the Water keeps coming
His rhythm still drumming
The rhythm still drumming
I see a throne, and He Who sits on it is pure
The cross for joy He did endure
So I could see Him in all of these things
And clap in joy and wonder
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