A Psalm of Thanksgiving for our home, our parents. our family and our campus home,Bob Jones University.

How Holy Light Filled Home and University

A Psalm of Thanksgiving

Her life and his were wrought of holy light,

Where Jesus stood as Beauty’s living flame;

No lesser glory held their souls in sight,

For He alone was source, and He the name.

Their parents’ hearts, the campus they held dear,

Were living temples where that Presence dwelt;

For Christ was preached with beauty far and near,

And walked beside us, known, and seen, and felt.

These twins grew up inside that same bright grace,

A household lit by more than common fire.

And all the faculty children, side by side,

Were brothers, sisters, in that wide embrace—

One family beneath the Crucified,

One childhood kept in one beloved place.

The brother shone with gifts of sacred place—

In song, in preaching, teaching, heaven’s choir.

His voice rose upward, incense on the air;

The Word he preached became a piercing flame;

The truths he taught made every subject fair,

And Christ Himself was glory in his name.

The campus of our youth, beloved and bright,

Rose like a psalm through chapel, arts, and speech;

Christ’s beauty lived upon those walks of light,

And every discipline that beauty reached.

There stood the Museum & Gallery, renowned,

A house of holy beauty, rich and deep;

On canvas, stone, and frame the gospel sounded,

And taught the heart a biblical watch to keep.

Through hallowed rooms whole generations passed

And learned to read all splendor by the Word;

The masters’ sacred scenes, in silence, cast

A Christ-centered vision none who looked forgot.

How could I not become His poet then—

Ringed round with language, color, thought, and mind,

And academics ordered toward Amen—

Till verse itself was by that Beauty signed?

How could we walk those paths and not be filled

With light no common sun was born to give?

The Word made flesh our every hour distilled;

In Christ we learned how holy hearts should live.

We love the Word; it is our joy and stay.

Lord Jesus dwells, a King, in heart and soul.

Our one desire, for each God sends our way,

Is making Jesus known—our highest goal.

So now we stand, and shall forever remain

Grateful for this rich heritage we bear—

For campus, home, and kindred hearts the same,

All crowned by Christ-centered beauty rare.

Christ’s beauty dwelt where chapel sermons raised

The heart to worship through these holy days.

We thank the Lord for gifts we cannot pay;

This golden, Christ-centered heritage we praise.