The meek arise, their quiet power unfurls,
No clash of steel, yet empires bend and break,
With steadfast hearts, they seize the reeling world,
A regal dawn no tyrant dares to take.
Their courage glows, a flame through shadows cast,
Compassion reigns where wrath once held its sway,
In stillness forged, their victory stands vast,
The earth reshaped beneath their gentle day.
No crown of gold, but grace adorns their brow,
Each whispered prayer a thunderous decree,
Through humble hands, the mighty mountains bow,
Christ’s echo rings in meek eternity.
Triumphant heirs, majestic in their might,
The meek inherit earth in boundless light!