There is a place that’s not a place
Where every memory wears a face,
Where nothing moves but all things race
Towards the throne of grace.
The Lamb of God is seated there,
A Monarch willing yet to share
In every joy, in every care,
With those who see his face.
Before his face are gathered in,
With every joy and every sin
Some who were lost — but all there win
Who run and end this race.
There peace with conflict’s end is found,
With righteousness and mercy bound,
And sinners’ songs with saints’ resound
Around the throne of grace.
Tobias Stanislas Haller BSG
November 2013 — for the feast of Christ the King