The poem, inspired by Colossians 1:17-23, is a triumphant, image-rich celebration of Christ’s supremacy, sacrificial victory, and reconciling work. It portrays Christ as the preeminent Lord who created and sustains all things—mountains, oceans, stars—ruling with sovereign might. He descends to the cross, where His blood defeats sin and death, transforming the cross into a throne of triumph. Once estranged, humanity is redeemed through His sacrifice, made blameless before God. The gospel spreads like a roaring flame across the earth, proclaiming His victory. The poem closes with a jubilant call to worship Christ, the everlasting King, whose reign and redemption are eternal. The tone is bold and victorious, using vivid, concrete imagery (e.g., thundering oceans, blazing mercy) to evoke awe, for a grounded, biblical feel.

Before the heavens stretched their frame,
Before the dawn spoke forth His name,
Christ stood, the Lord, the mighty One,
Who forged the stars, who lit the sun.
Mountains rise at His decree,
Oceans thunder, wild and free.
All things in Him find strength to stand,
Held fast within His sovereign hand.

He reigns as First, o’er life and death,
The source of every living breath.
In Him, God’s fullness dwells and shines,
His glory breaks through mortal lines.
Angels kneel where anthems soar,
Proclaiming Him forevermore.
From earth’s deep roots to heaven’s height,
He rules with uncreated might.

Yet see the King descend to save,
To storm the darkness of the grave.
On that grim cross, where blood was spilled,
Where wrath and love in battle thrilled,
His sacrifice tore down the wall,
Restoring life to Adam’s fall.
The wood, a throne of triumph high,
Defies the serpent’s ancient lie.

Once we were lost, rebels astray,
Our hearts in chains, our skies turned gray.
But Christ, the Victor, broke our night,
His mercy blazed with holy light.
His blood has washed our guilt away,
And bids us stand in endless day.
Redeemed, we rise, made pure, made whole,
Blameless before His glorious soul.

The gospel roars like lion’s might,
Its truth a flame that splits the night.
From village dust to city gates,
Its hope in every heart awaits.
No tongue, no land, can silence this,
The story of redeeming bliss.
Through all the earth, His name resounds,
A victory song that shakes the grounds.

O risen Lord, forever reign!
Your throne above all powers remain.
The cross has crushed the foe’s design,
Your blood has made the nations Thine.
We lift our voice, we bow, we sing,
All hail the everlasting King!