The sonnet, “Crowned by Our King’s Tender Mercies and Joyful Faithfulness,” is a majestic and joyful celebration of God’s unending mercies and steadfast faithfulness, as inspired by Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV). Presented in a Shakespearean sonnet form, it portrays God as a sovereign King whose royal authority and tender compassion protect and uplift His people. The poem creatively weaves the biblical verses through regal imagery and exultant language, emphasizing God’s daily renewal of mercy and unwavering loyalty.

The first quatrain depicts God’s mercies as a kingly guard, with His throne and tender compassions ensuring His people’s safety, rising each morning like a radiant scepter. The second quatrain proclaims that no darkness can overshadow His royal love, as His mercies reign supreme at dawn, with His faithfulness celebrated in golden splendor. The third quatrain asserts that no storm can challenge His sovereign care, with each sunrise heralding restored promises and His steadfastness as a crown adorning the heart with hope. The final couplet joyfully exults in God’s mercies lifting hearts in glee, proclaiming His faithfulness as a jubilant “jubilee,” evoking a royal festival.

The sonnet maintains a triumphant and joyful tone, blending majestic imagery (throne, scepter, crown) with tender expressions (tender compassions, hope moored), reflecting a King who rules gloriously yet loves intimately. It avoids “grave”/“graved” by using phrases like “we abide,” employs “mercy” or “care” (e.g., “sovereign care”), and consistently uses “faithfulness” or “steadfastness” to ensure theological accuracy. The title and included KJV verses ground the poem in scripture, while the festive couplet seals its royal, celebratory spirit.

It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23, KJV)

Our King’s vast mercies guard us, we abide,
His throne of glory holds us in its sway.
His tender compassions, never set aside,
Each morn they rise, a scepter’s radiant display.

No shadow dims His royal love’s decree,
At dawn’s command, His mercies reign supreme.
Great is Thy faithfulness, our souls agree,
Thy boundless grace in golden splendor gleams.

No tempest dares defy His sovereign care,
Each sunrise trumpets promises restored.
His steadfastness, a crown beyond compare,
Adorns our hearts with hope forever soared.

O Lord, Thy mercies lift our hearts in glee,
Great is Thy faithfulness, our jubilee!