Colossians 2:9-10
For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

This poem joyfully proclaims that every soul finds total completeness, wholeness, and victory in Jesus Christ our Lord. It depicts believers as fully restored and reigning in Him—lacking nothing—resting secure in His perfect fullness, righteousness, and triumph over every obstacle.

The poem is written in a majestic literary style using consistent iambic pentameter and an ABAB rhyme scheme across six quatrain stanzas. Its smooth rhythm, vivid imagery, and rising refrains create a powerful, celebratory flow that feels both elegant and uplifting, matching the triumphant message.

In Jesus Christ our Lord, the soul stands complete,
No fragment missing, no dominion of defeat;
The fullness of the Godhead bodily resides
Within the One through whom all grace abides.
The ransomed rise, made whole by crimson tide,
No longer chained by law or fleshly stride;
In Him they dwell, lacking no gift, no light—
Complete in Christ, the Everlasting Might.

Triumphant anthems thunder from the heights,
Where principalities before Him bow;
The broken find their shattered days made right,
And empty vessels overflow somehow.
No longer tossed on oceans wild and wide,
Nor haunted by the curse that once held sway,
They wear His righteousness, His peace their guide,
His wisdom lighting every shadowed way.

Majestic Victor, Lion and the Lamb,
Whose glory clothes the heavens and the deep,
The faithful rest secure within the I AM,
Co-heirs with Him who woke from death’s cold sleep.
The serpent’s head lies crushed beneath His heel,
Death’s iron gates swing open at His word;
The ransomed throng in robes of glory kneel,
Yet rise to reign with Christ, their risen Lord.

O mystery divine, O boundless grace,
That mortal clay in union should be filled
With heaven’s treasure, sealed in sacred place,
Where every striving soul is stilled and stilled.
No height, no depth, no power, nothing less
Can sever this completeness from their breast;
They lift their voices in triumphant dress—
Complete, complete in Jesus Christ our Lord confessed.

Let galaxies resound, let ages sing,
Let every tongue proclaim the Victor’s fame;
In Him they live, they move, their anthems ring—
Forever whole and holy is His name.
The battle won, the race forever run,
The joy begun that never shall grow dim:
All glory, honor, praise to God the Son—
Complete in Jesus Christ our Lord, in Him, in Him!