The poem, a 14-line journey from dust to royalty, explores the tension between human sinfulness and divine grace. It begins with humanity’s frail, fallen state—sinners stumbling in darkness, unable to escape their flaws. Yet, through a divine act of grace, symbolized by a “holy whisper” and “crimson” sacrifice, God redefines them, lifting them from shame to righteousness. The guilty are paradoxically crowned as royal heirs, their brokenness transformed by a love that defies reason, culminating in their identity as God’s pure royals through the cross.

Amid the dust of flesh, we stumble, frail,
All sinners born beneath a shadowed sky,
Our hearts, though bent, in secret faults comply,
A race adrift, where goodness seems to fail.
Yet through the dark, a holy whisper hails,
A King’s decree no mortal can deny—
In crimson grace, He lifts us up to fly,
His righteousness our brokenness unveils.

What paradox! The guilty crowned as heirs,
A royal line from ashes wrought anew,
Through sacrifice, our shame He gently bears.
The cross resolves what reason can’t construe—
A love so vast, it silences despair,
And bids us rise, His royals pure and true.