Ms. Muse stirred yesterday for the first time in a month. Hence:
Who Is Worthy?
Who is worthy to break the seals of the scroll?
No one dared speak—not even a single soul.
Only the Lamb at Passover, who was slain,
Who once was stretched taut over Armageddon’s plain.
Twenty-four elders fell beneath His scarred feet,
Tossing golden crowns before the Judgment-seat,
Four creatures surrounded Him, each with six wings:
All sing You are worthy; You created all things.
The Lamb took the scroll from the One’s mighty hand.
Thousands sang under an arcing emerald band:
Praise and honor, power and glory, and might
To the Lamb, and Him on the throne—in ceaseless light.