From the prodigal’s weary road to the thief upon the tree,
Redemption calls the broken ones to heroic victory.
A heroine in quiet strength, the widow’s mite she gives,
Defying famine’s cruel grasp, in faith her spirit lives;
A hero in the marketplace, turning greed to generous deed,
Sowing seeds of kindness where the world’s cold hearts still bleed.

No cape of crimson flair adorns, no sword of steel they wield,
But armed with prayer and Scripture’s truth, on battlefields concealed.
Against the tempests of despair, the arrows of doubt’s cruel aim,
They stand redeemed, unyielding, whispering His holy name.
The mother shielding innocence from storms of modern strife,
The elder bearing witness still, through decades of life’s knife—
Each act a chapter in the tale of glory’s grand design,
Where weakness bows to wondrous power, and mortal meets divine.

Oh, redeemed heroes, heroines bold, your stories etch the sky,
In every trial conquered, every tear that dared to dry.
For Jesus, the Ultimate Hero, who stormed the gates of hell,
Redeems the frail and fallen, rings freedom’s triumphant bell.
No legend fades in history’s tome, no myth outshines this truth:
Your life, surrendered wholly, proves eternal, ageless youth.

In boardrooms, bedrooms, battlegrounds of soul and subtle war,
You charge with love’s unbreaking shield, forever seeking more.
To heal the wounded, lift the low, to shine where night prevails,
A heroine’s compassion, a hero’s faith that never fails.
For in His glory, you are crowned—not with laurels that decay,
But robes of righteousness eternal, in heaven’s bright array.

Live on, redeemed ones, in this epic of grace untold,
Heroes and heroines of the cross, with hearts of purest gold.
Every step a triumph song, every breath a victor’s cry,
Proclaiming Jesus Christ alone, who lives and never dies.
Amen.