Rooted in the doxology of Romans 11:36 (“For of Him, and through Him, and to Him are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen”), these three interconnected poems form a single, burning declaration:
- Everything that exists flows from God’s delight (Of Him).
- Everything that is saved was saved only through the blood of the Lamb (Through Him).
- Therefore everything that is saved now exists for one fierce, eternal purpose: to return all glory to Him alone (To Him).
The central message is that the royally redeemed (those purchased by Christ to be kings and priests) have only one true desire: that no rival glory—big or small, spectacular or mundane—ever steal what belongs to Jesus.
From the first breath of the morning to the last tear of the night, from spreadsheets to suffering, from triumphs to traffic, every moment is to be lived as fuel for the one fire that will never go out: the praise of His glory. There are no neutral seconds for a blood-bought soul. Worship is not a Sunday activity; it is the entire point of Monday through eternity.
The series ends with a jealous, joyful, lifelong Amen:
Only to Him.
Only forever.
Starting right now.
Only to Him be glory forever
—not just with our lips,
but with the stubborn, beautiful minutes of Monday morning.
We do not sing this in heaven only;
we begin it in traffic,
in the oncology ward,
in the 3 a.m. panic,
in the cubicle,
in the kitchen sink full of last night’s dishes.
Living for His glory forever means:
- The alarm clock is answered because He is worthy of the day.
- The spreadsheet is finished with excellence because half-hearted work insults the King who gave us minds.
- The apology is offered quickly because unforgiveness robs Him of the praise due for the cross.
- The paycheck is stewarded, the body is disciplined, the phone is put down at dinner—
all because lesser gods keep trying to steal what was bought to be His alone.
Every ordinary step can thunder with eternity
when it is taken on the single road that leads back to the throne.
The royally redeemed have no neutral moments.
There is no “off-duty” for a purchased soul.
We eat to the glory of God.
We sleep to the glory of God.
We laugh, weep, text, vote, mow the lawn, change the diaper,
fight temptation, forgive the wound—
all of it is either fuel for His praise
or stolen kindling for some idol that will burn.
So we wake up jealous.
Not petty-jealous, but white-hot, worshipful jealous:
Let no rival have what is His.
Let no comfort, no ambition, no fear, no pleasure
sit on the throne that was paid for with blood.
Only to Him.
In the spectacular and in the small.
In the spotlight and in the unseen.
In the healing and in the hospital bed.
In the yes and in the long no.
In the wedding and in the funeral.
In the first breath of the day and the last sigh of the night.
Only to Him be glory
—not 99%,
not most of the time,
not when it’s convenient or emotionally moving.
Only.
Forever.
Starting right now.
Let the redeemed life be one long, unbroken echo:
“Whatever you do—whether you eat or drink or scroll or suffer or love or die—do it all to the glory of God.”
Because one day the echo becomes sight,
and every knee bows,
and every tongue confesses out loud what we practiced in secret:
Jesus Christ is Lord—
to the glory of God the Father.
Only to Him.
Forever.
Amen.
Let the day begin.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 