It's a place of rest
Supporting the back
Cradling the rear
From this place we often work
We create, we study
From this spot we may close our eyes
For a time of reprieve
But He sits enthroned as Supreme Magistrate
He rules with justice, void of duplicity
We who belong to Him
Are seated with Him in the heavenlies
Only by the costly gift of grace
Since He paid the ransom for us
And one day we will judge with Him
Who sits – resting from creation's labor
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