The poem, titled “The Glorious Return of the Faithful and True: Sovereign Christ, Crowned in Eternal Majesty”, vividly portrays the triumphant return of Jesus Christ as described in Revelation 19:11-16. It presents Christ as the majestic rider on a white horse, embodying divine authority, righteousness, and victory. Key imagery includes His fiery eyes that pierce all darkness, a blood-dipped robe symbolizing His sacrifice, a mysterious name known only to Himself, and a sharp sword from His mouth representing the power of His word. The poem depicts Christ leading heaven’s armies, treading the winepress of divine judgment, and reigning as the eternal King of Kings and Lord of Lords. The tone is regal and reverent, emphasizing His justice, mercy, and unassailable sovereignty, with vivid descriptions of His glory and the ultimate triumph over evil. The poem concludes with a call for all to bow before His eternal reign, capturing the awe-inspiring vision of Christ’s return.

From heavens rent, the skies unfold,
A vision gleams, eternal, bold.
Upon a steed, white as the morn,
The King of Kings in might is born.

His eyes, like flames, burn through the night,
No sin can hide from piercing light.
With righteous gaze, He sees all truth,
His judgment swift, His verdict sooth.

His robe, dipped red with sacred cost,
Bears witness to the blood He lost.
The Faithful One, the Word divine,
His victory shines through endless time.

A name He bears, known but to Him,
A mystery veiled where angels hymn.
Yet crowns on crowns His head adorn,
The Lord of Lords, forever sworn.

His charger treads where darkness falls,
Its thunder shakes the ancient walls.
No earthly throne could bear His reign,
For He is truth, and none shall wane.

From His mouth springs a sword of might,
Its edge divides the wrong from right.
He treads the winepress, fierce and just,
And evil’s pride returns to dust.

Behind Him ride the hosts of heaven,
In linen white, their sins forgiven.
No weapon drawn, yet they prevail,
For Christ alone shall never fail.

O Sovereign Lord, whose rule is sure,
Whose mercy makes the broken pure,
Your name alone makes shadows flee,
Your kingdom stands eternally.

King of Kings, with glory bright,
Your voice resounds through endless light.
Lord of Lords, all powers confess,
Your reign shall know no end, no less.

Ride forth, O Christ, in splendor grand,
The scepter firm within Your hand.
All knees shall bow, all hearts shall sing,
To You, the everlasting King.