The poem is a lyrical, theologically rich celebration of the Christian journey from salvation to eternal worship, emphasizing that salvation is by grace through faith alone, not works. It portrays believers, redeemed by Christ’s sacrificial blood, as indwelt by the Holy Spirit, which produces Christ-like virtues—kindness, mercy, love, and grace. These Spirit-led deeds transform believers into “little Christs,” reflecting His character through acts like serving the poor and offering prayers. The poem urges believers not to spurn this sacred call, as these humble deeds, though small in earthly eyes, become radiant “diamonds” forged by the Spirit. At the Bema Seat, Christ judges these works, and the Spirit’s fruit endures as golden crowns studded with diamonds, symbolizing eternal rewards. Ultimately, believers cast these crowns before Christ’s throne in worship, their brilliance reflecting His glory and their transformation into His likeness.

By grace alone, through faith we soar,
No human deed unlocks the door.
Christ’s blood, a scarlet river wide,
Redeems our souls, our guilt has died.
The Spirit kindles in our breast,
A holy flame, our hearts caressed.

From this divine and sacred glow,
The Spirit’s radiant fruits bestow.
Kindness dawns like morning’s blaze,
Mercy streams through golden rays.
Love ignites, a comet’s flight,
Grace unfolds in endless light.
These gifts, not ours, but Christ’s own sheen,
Proclaim His heart through lives serene.

As little Christs, we’re molded new,
Each act a mirror, His likeness true.
In tender hands, we lift the poor,
In weary hearts, we open doors.
No selfish aim, no pride’s disguise,
But Spirit’s breath where faith arises.
Like clay to potter, shaped we stand,
Reflecting Christ by His command.

O let us not spurn this sacred call,
To bear His fruit, to offer all!
Each gentle touch, each fervent prayer,
Each selfless gift ascends the air.
Through trials fierce, they gleam like stars,
Bathed in glory, the Spirit’s sparks.
These deeds, though humble in our sight,
Are diamonds sparked by heaven’s might.

At Bema’s seat, where Christ holds sway,
His sovereign gaze lights judgment’s day.
Each work is tried in fire divine,
Yet Spirit’s fruit will ever shine.
From embers rise our crowns of gold,
With diamonds bright, their tales retold.
Each facet gleams, a story grand,
Of Christ-like love by Spirit planned.

Before His throne, in awe we’ll kneel,
Where glories blaze and heavens reel.
Our crowns, aglow with radiant gems,
We’ll cast to Him as anthems hymn.
Their brilliance dances, pure and vast,
Reflecting Christ, whose love holds fast.
O yield to Spirit, let grace abide,
In His likeness, we’re glorified.