Inspired by Song of Solomon 2:8 (KJV), “The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills,” the sonnet describes the Savior calling His royal redeemed with a voice of love, leaping boldly across hills to reach them. His vast love—deep as the skies, high as grace, wide as the earth, and broad with joy—transforms them into golden treasures. They bloom like rare gardens, their scent surpassing spiced wine, and stand strong as towering cities, adorned in purple robes. As His chosen ones, their regal beauty captivates His gaze, claiming His heart forever. His unending voice declares them His delight and own, beyond even death’s reach.

He calls aloud, “My love, My dove, arise,”
From hills He leaps, His steps so swift and bold,
His deep love spans beneath the endless skies,
His height of grace remakes them all to gold.
Royally redeemed bloom like gardens rare,
Their scent ascends beyond the spiced wine’s stream,
His wide love folds the earth in tender care,
Its breadth awakes their joy as in a dream.
Royally redeemed stand firm as cities tower,
His only one, in purple robes they glow,
Their beauty holds His gaze with regal power,
His heart they claim, where endless love will grow.
His voice rings out, no death can break its tone,
His royal redeemed, His delight, His own.