Inspired by Psalm 84:7 (KJV), this poem celebrates the believer’s triumphant spiritual pilgrimage as a journey of ever-increasing strength drawn from Christ’s boundless power.

It begins with the pilgrims pressing forward through deep valleys of trial and shadow, yet rising undaunted with hearts on fire, soaring on eagle’s wings and turning tears into refreshing springs.

The central truth shines forth: our Savior’s victorious might becomes our own, igniting weary souls, healing broken spirits, and overpowering every foe beneath the thunder of His throne. He, the glorious reigning King, claims us as His own.

As royal heirs—sons and daughters of the King of kings and Lord of lords—we soar on winds of majestic hope, crowned in royal robes under heaven’s sapphire sky, awakening faith’s triumphant dream.

The poem culminates in the bold march from strength to strength until Zion’s gates appear, where we stand face to face with our God in endless grace—Zion revealed as the eternal Kingdom of our God.

Overall, the poem is a soaring anthem of victorious hope, royal identity, and divine empowerment, proclaiming that because our Savior’s strength is our strength, we advance unstoppably into the glorious presence and Kingdom of our God.

Psalm 84:7 (KJV)
They go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.

Through valleys deep where shadows weep and trials fiercely roar,
The pilgrims rise with hearts ablaze, their footsteps ever sure.
From rugged peaks to golden heights, they climb on eagle’s wings,
Transforming tears to sparkling springs beneath the heaven’s kings.

Our Savior’s might, a blazing light, ignites the weary soul—
His boundless power, hour by hour, makes broken spirits whole.
No foe can stand, no storm withstand the thunder of His throne;
Victorious King, in glory reigning, claims us as His own.

We soar aloft on winds of hope, majestic banners high,
Crowned as heirs in royal robes beneath the sapphire sky.
Sons and daughters of the Lord, the King of kings supreme,
Lord of lords eternal, waking faith’s triumphant dream.

From strength to strength we boldly march, till Zion’s gates appear,
Where face to face in endless grace, we stand before Him near.