I'm no artist with canvas and brushes and oils--
Able to paint for the eye,
But in bright mental vision, with phrases and words
I paint and mind pictures supply.

This vision my heart wants to bring to your heart
With thoughts that my mind sends your way,
So in the imagining core of yourself
You can see, truly see, what I say.

I will draw you today to a place of great worth--
A wonderful spot I must share,
Where we enter as often and long as we like,
The heavenly Throne Room of Prayer!

The way there is easy, yet hard, both at once,
How can I desire something so,
Yet put it aside at any excuse
When its value I surely should know?

Transportation's arranged by our heavenly King
And of distance we're never aware. `
From our knees or our feet or from our own beds
Just look up to God and we're there!

As we enter this room, holy awe fills our hearts
And we view only God and His ways.
In His presence, our pains and our cares are cast off
And His glorious beauty we praise.

As we focus the eyes of our spirits on Him
And the darkness and dullness and gloom
Of the earth fades behind us and we enter in-
And we realize--it's His Throne Room.

So great and majestic, our glorious Lord!
How can we dare to come near?
But He holds out His hand and says,
"My dear child, come closer, you need have no fear.

In My Son you have access, He bought you for
There's nothing more you need to do,
So come and have fellowship. It's My desire.
I really do love and want you.

The song in your heart was put there by Me,
Its melody pleases Me so.
Rejoice in My goodness, My wonderful ways,
Then we'll talk more, our closeness will grow."

"But Lord, I am sinful. My heart is ashamed.
I see nothing but evil in me."
"Repent and confess, I'll forgive all the sin--
My forgiveness is boundless and free."

"I thank You, my God, for all you have done
Your goodness, compassion and care.
You meet all my needs and make all things good
Together we'll fellowship share.

My eyes have been looking at You, only You,
In all Your unchangeable grace.
But for some reason I'm now drawn to see
Something else besides Your lovely face."'

A sorrowful figure, depressed and alone
Is standing just outside the door,
As I reach out a hand to draw that one in
I see there are so many more.

"Some are my family, some from my church,
Some know and love you, yet cry
'How can I handle the pressures of life?
The road is too hard, dear Lord. Why?'

Some have discouragements, problems, and doubts.
Some are by others abused.
Some simply don't know where to turn next,
Their minds are disturbed and confused.

Many are joyously serving You, Lord,
In lands far away or right here,
Telling the ones who don't know You at all,
But they also hurt, tire, and fear.

One is in terrible pain, near to death,
One is just seeking Your will.
One has temptations he battles alone
Climbing this long, hopeless hill.

These are the ones You have caused me to see.
For a reason, to hold them, in prayer
Up before You, my wonderful Lord,
For all of them You really care.

Oh, Lord, as I learn to come freely and oft
Into this wonderful place,
Help me remember to pray for the ones
You love and have saved by Your grace.

Help me remember not my needs alone
Though about them You surely do care,
But to hold up the needs of others as well
As I stand in the Throne Room of Prayer."