O what glad and joyous greetings rise, When in prayer we seek our Savior’s face, To speak, to ponder, plead beneath His skies, To grieve, repent, and bask in boundless grace. To worship, learn His holy, tender ways, To dwell within His presence, unmatched, divine— O what jubilant welcome crowns our days, When Christ, our Lord, bids us to intertwine! A privilege rare, a blessing deep and sweet, This joy of prayer, where mortal meets the King, In fellowship with Him, our hearts replete, His glorious love makes every soul take wing.
I dream of Heaven’s halls aglow, Where chandeliers in radiant streams cascade, Diamonds dance with pink sapphires’ glow, Rubies flare, and emeralds softly fade. Malachite swirls, rhodochrosite gleams, Topaz sparkles, smoky quartz shines through, Amethysts sing, pearls weave their dreams, A jeweled splendor ever fresh and new. In rooms and homes of God’s eternal reign, The Triune King adorns His boundless space— Yet midst this glory, one Light shall remain, The truest brilliance, Christ’s unrivaled grace.
For He, the Lord, the King of Kings Most High, The Light of Worlds, all beauty’s sovereign source, Outshines the gems that dazzle mortal eye, His radiance reigns with uncreated force. O wondrous home, our Heaven’s vast estate, Its marvels call through endless years to roam, Yet Jesus Christ, the Chandelier of Fate, Illumes forever our eternal home.
As heels kiss earth and toes caress the sod, Each step resounds, a rhythm pure and free, May every stride proclaim, by grace of God, A soul unbound, as sin has lost its plea. This dance of feet, a song of radiant praise, Joy’s anthem swells, victorious and bright, A ceaseless revelry through all our days, In Christ’s redemption, stepping into light.
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) and hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus: that in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus. For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
Ephesians 2:4-11 (KJV)
A marvelous mercy, unending, divine, Majestic flows from Christ, our Savior-King, His tender streams, a boundless, sacred vine, O’erflow where faith and penitence take wing. No scheming tide, no hidden will restrains, But lavish love pours forth in boundless grace, Forgiveness gleams through mercy’s sweet refrains, Irrevocable once His gift we trace.
To Jesus run, El Rachum, Mercy’s Name, Compassion’s God, whose heart redeems the lost, His gentle gaze ignites salvation’s flame, A glow that crowns the soul at mercy’s cost. By this alone—His love, His truth, His care— We step into His royal realm of light, A kingdom vast, eternal, rich, and rare, Where grace enthrones the humble in His sight.
Let all reborn in spirit’s holy birth, Revel beneath His mercy seat sublime, An imperial throne of splendor on this earth, Where He adores, welcomes, through endless time. His mercy falls, a shield, a victor’s song, Our comfort weaves through every fleeting breath, Triumph and strength where weary hearts belong, In Christ, the Word, who conquers sin and death.
What Savior this, who justifies our plea, Sanctifies, atones, with Heaven’s golden key, King of Kings, whose mercy sets us free, Our Lord of Lords, our joy eternally!
Each soul claimed for Jesus Christ, our Lord, Strikes a fatal wound to darkness’ reign, A piercing blow, the enemy abhorred, Falls broken ‘neath the Savior’s holy gain. Let passion blaze to throng Heaven’s gate, The gospel’s trumpet sound through every land, Christ’s name exalted ere the hour grows late, As prophecy unfurls by God’s own hand.
Maranatha! O Lord, in swiftness come! Till then, as royal heralds of Your throne, We wield the faith that renders evil numb, Bold voices raised where hope and joy have grown. Victorious, we stand, Your ambassadors true, Proclaiming light, our triumph’s ceaseless call, For every heart won makes Heaven anew, Till Jesus reigns, the King above it all.
May the treasure that stirs our soul’s delight, Be the wealth we lavish in the skies, A gleaming hoard beyond all earthly sight, Stored rich in Heaven where true bounty lies. Let this alone—our eternal gain— Mark the measure of our fleeting days, Our hearts aligned to Christ’s unending reign, The only prize worth all our earthly praise.
May every sacred word, a gleaming gem, Like molten silver poured from Heaven’s forge, Or golden flames that dance on seraphim, Leap from the Bible’s hallowed, boundless gorge. May these seeds sink in earth, a fertile womb, Sprouting roses drenched in incense rare, Not jagged thorns, grim daggers of the tomb, But blossoms bold, perfuming sacred air.
With grace, a river carved by Heaven’s hand, And growth, a vine that climbs through sacred sod, New vistas bloom, Christ-gifted, mercy-grand, Perspectives bathed in love from throne of God.
Another dawn, a treasure chest unlatched, To hunt and seize the blessings veiled and bold, Gifts that gleam, both seen and spirit-snatched, From our Triune God, majestic, lavish, gold!
Passionately Pursuing Christ 