This poem exalts the divine splendor and eternal worth of the Bible, Jesus’ names, and all elements tied to His redemptive story. It begins by revering the Bible as a radiant, royal scroll—its words a scepter of heavenly power, adorned with jewel-like verses that echo grace and glory through time. The names of Jesus—King of kings, Lord of lords, Prince of Peace, and more—resound like trumpets, each title a shining testament to His unending reign. The poem then honors the sacred symbols of His life—the cross, tomb, blood, bread, and wine—as treasures of a kingdom where darkness yields to day. It concludes with a call to worship in awe, lifting praise to the timeless gifts of Scripture and Jesus’ legacy, culminating in a vision of an unfading crown raised to Jesus, to whom all hearts bow in adoration.

O hallowed Word, enthroned in light,
The Bible gleams, a royal scroll,
Its pages breathe with heaven’s might,
A scepter for the seeking soul.
Each verse a jewel, each line a crown,
Through ages vast, its truth resounds,
A golden thread from throne to town,
Where grace and glory know no bounds.

The names of Jesus—King of kings,
Lord of lords, the Prince of Peace—
Like trumpets bold, their echo rings,
A reign that never shall decrease.
Emmanuel, the Word made flesh,
Redeemer, Savior, Morning Star,
Each title shines, divinely fresh,
A regal chorus near and far.

All things of Him, the cross, the tomb,
The blood that washes sin away,
Are treasures of the sacred womb,
Where night surrenders to the day.
The bread, the wine, the whispered prayer,
The Spirit’s flame, the Father’s call,
In every sign, His beauty there,
A kingdom vast, embracing all.

Bow low, ye hearts, in awe adore,
Lift high the praise that never fades,
For Scripture’s voice and Jesus’ lore
Are royal gifts that time evades.
With trembling hands and bended knee,
We worship at this holy flame,
A crown unfading, pure, and high,
To Jesus raised, our hearts comply.