“And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne.” —Revelation 4:2
I was never caught up to the third heaven like the apostle Paul. I was never taken there through an open door like the apostle John, who was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day. Yet, it does not make heaven less real. The Word of God, illuminated by the Holy Spirit, presents the reality of the heavenly truth even more certain, more secure, and more desired than any pleasantry on earth. Passing through the veil of time behind the curtain of eternity, the first view of heaven will always be Jesus in all His brilliance upon His throne.
The One Upon the Throne
When resting my mind dreamt a dream
As real as on my cot;
Your Spirit moved me by Thy Word,
To heaven I was brought.
I look’d, behold, an open door
In heaven in my sight.
I heard His voice like trumpet speak,
And call’d me to the height.
“Come up here,” I heard Him saying,
“And I will show you things,”
I pondered with my puny brain;
This voice did truly sing.
In Spirit I was brought before
The very throne of Christ;
My eyes knew only shadows poor;
Now overwhelm’d by Light.
The Lamb that sat upon His throne
In glorious Excellence,
Appear’d as several precious stones,
And glowed beyond all sense.
Like a rainbow ’round His throne
Was God’s eternal light.
The throne flashed lightning, so was shown
His power and His might.
And also from His sovereign seat
Did thunders crash and ring,
With rumblings and majestic voice,
God’s Word to mind did bring.
I woke too soon from sleep; Alas.
I did not want to leave
My Master’s presence in His place;
In heaven there’s no grief.
Although, for me, it was a dream,
Caught only by mind’s eye.
Yet, John on Patmos truly seen;
God’s Word does not deny.
Why do some speak of those who
Are looking down from heav’n?
Is not Christ there? He’s mighty God!
Methinks they sin with leav’n.
We are deprav’d since Adam’s fall
And prone to lust and pride;
For Adam did not run to God,
But in the trees did hide.
Lord Jesus, help, I’m like that man,
The first man in the garden;
Yea, only by Thy grace I stand;
Graceless, I am hardened.
Lord, keep me steadfast in Thy Word;
Please make that my desire,
For Jesus only, always first
To bring me ever higher.
Not only in my waking days;
But also when I sleep.
Brand to my eyelids heaven’s praise
Christ’s grace and love to reap.
O Lord let me see only You
No matter where I’d be;
That I may not walk in the flesh,
Nor grieve You with my deeds.