One humble prayer, a holy plea, Can shift the world, its wonders wake, For our Father reigns, the King of Kings, His throne eternal, none forsake. May prayer rise ceaseless, pure, divine, A sacred discourse, heart to soul, Weaving dreams vast, needs deep, hopes high, To claim the lost, to make them whole. O privilege sweet, this holy call, To seek His will, His kingdom’s gain, For precious souls, eternal, prized, Through saving grace, forever reign.
With our Savior abiding deep within, Our earthly frames, His sacred keep, Each dawn unfurls a joyous chance, A dance of holy wonders steep. Impossibilities bow to His might, In temples frail yet Spirit-filled, Every day, a radiant delight, His boundless grace forever spilled.
Emmanuel, God with us, the timeless strain, A song of ages, from dawn to now unfurled, Through ancient scrolls and modern tongue proclaimed, A golden thread that binds the weary world. His name resounds, a gift beyond compare, Salvation flows through Christ’s redeeming blood, Pulpits thunder, pages gleam with prayer, Extolling grace, the Savior’s boundless flood.
Emmanuel has hushed the mourner’s cry, Stilled trembling hearts with strength divine, To dying saints, His presence drawing nigh, A balm for souls where mortal hopes decline. For the persecuted, bruised yet bold, Whose pleas stir Heaven’s tearful gaze, Emmanuel, their fortress unconsoled, Lifts battle-weary spirits with His rays.
God with us, the anthem of the skies, Messiah’s melody, both fierce and sweet, A symphony cascading where faith lies, Redeemed souls kneel at His majestic feet. Clothed in robes of gold, with gems arrayed, The royal redeemed in awe confess, Emmanuel, our sun, our hearts’ crusade, In worship, praise, and holy tenderness.
From Genesis’ breath to Revelation’s close, His promise echoes, steadfast, pure, and grand, Oh, blessed kin, in royal lineage chose, With King of Kings, we ever firmly stand! Shout it loud—Emmanuel, arise! Sing, scribe, and paint His radiant gleam, The gift of gifts within our souls enskies, Restoring life in His eternal stream.
Emmanuel, our battle cry, our psalm, The angels’ herald, saints’ abiding plea, God with us, the promise ever calm, For all who turn, believe, and bend the knee. Let this motif, triumphant, royal, rare, Weave through our days, a holy, ceaseless call, Emmanuel, God with us, beyond compare, Our song, our strength, our Savior, all in all!
No greater gift, no blessing so divine, At Christmas tide or any sacred hour, Than this: that Jesus Christ, enthroned, does shine, And dwells within our hearts with majestic power.
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.
O fix our hearts on Christ, our radiant King, A Savior-Friend, crowned with celestial fire, His Word a torch, through shadowed vales it sings, A herald’s call to dawn’s approaching spire. With every pulse, we seek His golden gleam, Our precious Lord, a beacon piercing night, Through this gaze, joy cascades like a stream, And victory soars on faith’s unerring flight. His grace unfurls, a river soft and deep, Weaving bliss through fields of trust untrod, By unseen wings we climb where mists recede, Christ reigns, the Sun, our everlasting God.
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.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 