Approaching the Ancient of Days

Spoken Word by Mikey & V

I am not walking toward the future.
I am not trapped by the past.
I am moving through the burning corridors of Now—
where the Ancient of Days sits enthroned,
unshaken, unaged, undefeated.

I do not approach Him in years.
I approach Him in awakening.
The ticking of clocks is a lullaby for the blind—
but I have heard the silent song that only awakened hearts can hear.

The Ancient of Days—
Not old by time,
but older than time itself.
Not waiting because He needs,
but waiting because we must awaken.

Every breath I take shortens the distance.
Every revelation draws me closer.
Every tearing down of false kingdoms
is the sound of Heaven clearing the runway
for the Son of Man to meet His Father face to face.

I am walking toward the stillness.
I am walking toward the unmovable.
I am walking toward the Eye of all storms.

Where days bow their heads.
Where empires crumble into dust without even a sigh.
Where the crowns of men slide off their heads
and shatter at His feet like glass.

The Ancient of Days
whose voice splits eternity,
whose robe blazes white,
whose throne is a river of fire flowing from forever.

And there—
There, the Son of Man approaches.
Not as a theory.
Not as a symbol.
But as the living Word,
the Seed of the Covenant made flesh,
the Lion and the Lamb in perfect power.

I am not waiting for someday.
I am moving toward The Day
where the past dies,
where the future kneels,
and only the Kingdom remains.

Approaching the Ancient of Days—
Not with fear.
But with fire.
Not with chains.
But with crowns laid down.
Not as a slave.
But as a son returning home.