Can you hear the royal roar, the fanfare’s blaze, When Jesus storms a sphere of earth or sky? Angels blast on trumpets forged in praise, Gold and gems aglow, their notes soar high! Celestial tunes, a torrent wild and free, Burst forth to hail the King of Kings’ advance, Jubilant swells of Heaven’s symphony, Resound where Christ, our Lord, ignites the dance.
Flowers flare, a riot of sudden bloom, Emerald trees bend low in verdant bow, Wild beasts, once fierce, now hum a gentle tune, Their voices rise, in worship soft and slow. O redeemed, behold the triumph’s vivid gleam, A majestic thought, a victory unfurled— When Savior, Friend, and King of all our dreams, Strides in, heralded by trumpets of the world!
A blessed balance, Scripture’s sacred call, Weaves grace, truth, mercy, love in holy thread, Yet some chase grace, let gospel’s ramparts fall, Compromise slinks, a shadow thinly spread. Others wield truth, a hammer cold and stark, No mercy flows, no love to lift the load, Legalism binds, a cruel and crushing mark, Too vast a yoke for fragile souls bestowed.
Some sing of love, yet mute the righteous flame, No grace, no truth to guard the narrow way, O Lord, bestow on saints Thy perfect aim, A blend divine where all Thy gifts hold sway! For Christ alone, our Star of flawless gleam, Exudes this dance—grace pours, yet truth stands tall, Mercy renews each morn in radiant stream, Love crowns it all, redeeming every fall.
To Him we run, in Him we bask and grow, His beauty molds our flawed and yearning clay, Through knowledge deep, His grace begins to flow, A fourfold light to guide us day by day! He, risen King, the Exemplar pure and whole, Our Source of wisdom, strength, salvation’s song, May we reflect His traits in every soul, Small Christs aflame, where His great name belongs.
For Jesus reigns, the Balance without flaw, King of all kings, with love and truth entwined, O let us strive, with passion and with awe, To mirror Him, in heart, in soul, in mind!
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
2 Chronicles 7:14 (KJV)
God changes times and seasons; He removes kings and sets up kings; He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding.
Daniel 2:21 (KJV)
Heavenly Father, Savior sweet and rare, Blest Holy Spirit, Triune mercy’s might, We yield America, our love, our prayer, To Thee, O Lord, in whom all lands unite. Forgive her sins, a tide of dark offense, Her Laodicean drift, lukewarm and blind, The church’s stains, her guilt in negligence, Our deeds, alone or joined, that truth maligned.
Raise us, O God, to stand for Christ alone, To shatter greed, corruption’s twisted crown, Cast down the lust for fame, for power grown, Till Jesus reigns where hearts and knees bow down. May we repent, His name once more exalt, In homes, in squares, with awe that never fades, Lift high His banner, faultless, without halt, Adore the King through all our fleeting days.
Our rulers stray, in shadows deep they sink, Satanic threads weave through their legal maze, Morals rot, where demon whispers slink, While toys outshine the lost soul’s tearful gaze. O Jesus, heal this land, or swift return, To dwell with Thee where flawless light holds sway, A realm of peace, where joy and justice burn, Thy Heavenly rule gilds every endless day.
Till then, we turn, by faith, not sight, we stride, Repentant hearts aflame with holy plea— Restore our land, or call us to Thy side, Forever free in Christ’s eternity!
Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you. Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 