In that chamber of whispers
Trembling before the golden throne
As the events, so many,
Of my life of dust
Is shown before all gathered,
Frame by broken frame, dark
Thoughts running alongside
And though light paradoxes
Along the stains of sin,
I know it’s not enough
To escape the biting flames
And so how sweet your
Voice as you declare me
Forgiven, my dark debt paid
And you take me through
The glorious gates of heaven.
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