THAT day when Solomon ascended the throne of David, it was a glorious tale of things to come.
The man walked out of the king’s court where he’d bowed low before his father to receive a blessing...
Then, heading out with the diadem crowning his head, he marched in a royal procession towards the palace hall, towards the throne room of Israel’s kings.
Now at this time his heart mused on King David’s words. It was a song, the twenty-fourth one in his Book of Songs.
So he humed that piece, and pondered:
Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
Who has not lifted his soul to vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
He shall receive blessing from the LORD,
And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
Those words were those that had kept Solomon going. And those were the same that had crowned him king.
Now, the young monarch’s heart raced its beat while the train came on the palace hall; as the place sheltered the throne, the flaming one, for which some had bled and others died.
It was the throne, the one of splendour which many had loved but one was taking.
It was that seat, that place called the Flaming Throne.
So at that time, the Seventh Son travelled back the years. Back through the battle of the heirs that lasted a time without end. Back through the saga of the First, and the Third, and the Fourth Heirs.
And when he raised his head to see the palace house, he jolted out of his ponder about that song of climbing high... that song of every ascent.
Now the man stepped back when he looked up and saw the place. He’d forgotten that some giant doors stood there to bar entry.
But it was mercy that called him up there, else the Seventh One wouldn’t have ventured.
But those proud gates, they were a huge wide thing in a giant arched gateway.
They were rods, and iron, and walls. They were barricades and everything gate.
Still, despite the proud barrier which stood on the way, the royal horn sounded and within a moment the doors were flung open.
Metal doors creaked and cried like they would split to pieces; but within them was the throne seat waiting and doing nothing.
Solomon glared past the open doors. He gazed and he could almost cry.
Now as the new king stepped into the hall of power, he admitted that this was prophecy coming true. Yet they were mere tales of times to come.
For at the end of all time, the people knew, a great King of David’s seed would reign and restore all things.
And not a wall or the world would stop Him.
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