The poem celebrates Christ’s triumphant reign over all seasons of life, inspired by Ecclesiastes 3’s “a time for everything.” It portrays Him as the sovereign Savior who illuminates existence with grace and glory, redeeming souls who turn to Him. Earthly powers crumble before His eternal cross, and all nations bow to His victorious name. Through Christ alone, humanity finds its purpose and exalts the risen Lord, who rules forever in radiant triumph.

A time to sow, a time to seize bold grace,
A time to weep, a time to shout His praise,
Each pulse submits beneath the Savior’s gaze,
Christ splits the dawn with Heaven’s golden rays.
A time to clash, a time to seek His face,
A time to break, a time His cross to raise,
The Lamb uplifts all souls who heed His call,
His love, a torch, consumes each fleeting fall.

Earth’s hollow crowns dissolve in fleeting haze,
A frail lament, yet Christ’s blood rends the maze,
His cross prevails, a scepter o’er all days.
At His high name, all nations bend in might,
Through Christ alone, souls yield to His domain,
The risen Lord reigns, robed in victor’s light.

In lands where faith and banners rise,
The cross above the eagle flies,
With hearts as one, we seek His reign,
A nation blessed in Jesus’ name.

Does not heaven weep when a soul denies,
Salvation’s grace beneath eternal skies,
And hoists instead a banner stained with sin,
A rebel heart where light could once begin.

A portal splits the sky, a summons grand,
A throne ascends in jasper’s blazing green,
Carnelian flames, a crown of light expand,
An emerald bow, resplendent, pure, serene.
The elders, robed in white, with scepters gleam,
Cast golden crowns before His sovereign might,
Four creatures, vast, with wings of starlight stream,
Roar “Holy, holy,” shaking realms of night.
A boundless sea of glass, like diamonds forged,
Mirrors the bolts that leap from glory’s seat,
Thunder resounds, a chorus unsubmerged,
To Him enthroned, where time and power meet.
All creation bows, their anthems soar unbound,
Christ Jesus reigns, exalted and acclaimed.

The world exalts the brash and bold,
Yet God uplifts the meek, we’re told.
His grace shines through a faithful heart,
Four lines proclaim His loving part.

To turn from truth the heart sets out its claim,
A willful step beyond the sacred line,
Where Scripture’s voice, though clear, they deem too fine,
And cast aside its wisdom for their aim.
The soul, unyoked, pursues a fleeting flame,
Its pride a torch to burn what once held sign,
Rejecting law where love and light align,
To chase a shadow clad in freedom’s name.
Yet still the page endures, its ink unbowed,
A call to turn from paths that twist and rend;
For though the will may spurn what God has sown,
His mercy waits where rebels once avowed.
Thus rebels choose: to fall or to repent,
Defy His grace or seek the soul’s ascent.