When God’s adored royal children
face heartbreak’s shadowed sting—
through no fault of their own,
or choices they may bring—
may we hear Heaven’s holy roar,
the Lion of Judah’s might,
King of Kings, Lord of Lords,
riding forth in glorious light.

Picture with eyes of faith
majestic angels, wings ablaze,
gold and silver, gemstones bright,
crafted from creation’s days.
Sent to intervene, to sing,
to bear God’s timeless call,
a message for His redeemed,
His royals, one and all:

But God.

In pit or prison, but God.
Falsely accused, but God.
In wilderness or wealth, but God.
In poverty or health, but God.
On mountaintops of victory, but God.
In valleys of despair, but God.
In favor or in scorn, but God.
Wherever we are born, but God.

Let this be Heaven’s anthem,
the angelic hosts’ refrain—
But God, but God, but God,
echoing through joy and pain.
Let God’s people rehearse it,
in prayer, in praise, in awe,
proclaiming with each breath
the wonder of His law.

Stand expectant, victorious,
watch for those sacred scenes—
where our Triune God steps in,
holy, righteous, unforeseen.
A divine and tender moment,
miraculous and true,
intervening in our hearts,
our souls, our lives anew.

Rejoice in our all-sufficient Savior,
Jesus, Emmanuel near,
omnipresent, ever with us,
wiping every tear.
For in every step we take,
one truth forever rings:
But God, but God, but God,
the song redemption sings.

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