A portal splits the sky, a summons grand,
A throne ascends in jasper’s blazing green,
Carnelian flames, a crown of light expand,
An emerald bow, resplendent, pure, serene.
The elders, robed in white, with scepters gleam,
Cast golden crowns before His sovereign might,
Four creatures, vast, with wings of starlight stream,
Roar “Holy, holy,” shaking realms of night.
A boundless sea of glass, like diamonds forged,
Mirrors the bolts that leap from glory’s seat,
Thunder resounds, a chorus unsubmerged,
To Him enthroned, where time and power meet.
All creation bows, their anthems soar unbound,
Christ Jesus reigns, exalted and acclaimed.