The poem celebrates the identity of “sons and daughters” of the “King of Kings and Lord of Lords,” portraying them as heirs to a divine, eternal legacy. It uses vivid imagery—sky, cedar, sparrows, oaks, and light—to convey their connection to a majestic, living God. Their inheritance is spiritual, found in shared faith and resilience, not material wealth. The poem reflects awe and intimacy with the divine, culminating in a vision of ultimate belonging when the King’s presence fully reveals their identity as His children.

Beneath the vaulted sky, a throne hums gold,
its pulse a hymn through cedar and stone.
We, the sons and daughters, stand barefoot
on this trembling earth, toes curled in dust,
heirs to a name too vast to whisper whole—
King of Kings, Lord of Lords,
His voice a river splitting the dark.

The sparrow knows it, threading the wind,
the oak bends low to hear it sung.
We are not orphans of a fractured dawn,
but woven tight in a tapestry of light—
each thread a promise, each knot a call
to rise, to bear the weight of glory
like dew on grass, fragile yet fierce.

Our inheritance is not in vaults or crowns,
but in the breaking bread, the shared cup,
the way the stars kneel to His quiet word.
Daughters with hands like lilies,
sons with hearts of flint and flame—
we walk the ridge of time,
our shadows cast in eternity’s hue.

Oh, King of Kings, Your gaze is home,
Your lordship a wild and tender claim.
We are Yours, a chorus of bones and breath,
singing through the storm,
dancing in the ruin,
until the day Your face splits the sky
and calls us, fully, finally,
sons and daughters of the endless reign.