The sonnet celebrates redemption as a transformative act that ushers the born-again into a royal realm. Once lost, they are crowned as privileged sons and daughters of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Through His sacrifice, the King remakes them, granting access to His throne. Their souls draw life from sacred streams, their veins filled with royal blood, as the Lord calls them into His care, birthing them as eternal heirs. In this radiant realm, His voice blends strength and gentleness, affirming their new identity as belonging heirs.

Redemption breaks like dawn on frozen ground,
A realm of royalty unfolds its gate,
The born-again, once lost, are newly crowned,
As sons and daughters of the King’s estate.

His breath, a wind, remakes our brittle clay,
The King of Kings has claimed us for His own,
Through nail-pierced hands, He carves a living way,
To plant our feet before His golden throne.

Each soul drinks deep from streams of sacred flood,
Our veins now pulse with privileged, royal blood,
The Lord of Lords has called us to His care,
And born us as His own eternal heir.

In this bright realm, His voice is soft and strong,
We stand as heirs where once we did not belong.