May we stride through days, our lives aflame, Beloved, prized, in Heaven’s heart engraved, Adored, unique, beyond all price or name, Royal heirs, by Christ’s own blood remade! Exquisite works, His chisel’s sacred art, Masterpieces forged in Jesus’ boundless might, We march as His, redeemed to never part, Crowned by love, ablaze with holy light!
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!
Earth and all its gleam will crumble, fade, A fleeting mist, a whisper swept astray. Yet Heaven stands, our true and timeless glade, A city vast, of worth no scale can weigh! Its roots dive deep, unshaken, star-forged stone, No force can rend its walls of cosmic might, May we chase this realm, eternal, brightly shone, A glorious throne, indestructible, alight.
Our treasures gleam beyond this mortal crust, Not bound to clay that cracks beneath the sun, The pearl of price, outshining earthly dust, Salvation’s spark—divinely, holy won! A birth anew, through Heaven’s boundless gate, Our truest hoard, where Christ forever reigns, Live for that city, grand, inviolate, Where endless joy in sacred light sustains!
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3: 22-23 (KJV)
O Savior’s grace, a golden tide unfurls, Glorious, generous, fresh with every dawn, A mercy gleams, like sunrise strung with pearls, Cross-won, it gifts what flesh could ne’er have drawn. Hope springs alive, unquenched, beyond our grasp, Love stands firm, a fortress none can breach— Perpetual, unshaken, ironclad clasp, Imperishable light in endless reach.
This mercy shines, a diamond forged in skies, No fiend can mar its gleam or crack its core, A shimmering shield where demonic shadows die, Its brilliance holds, unyielding evermore. Rejoice, redeemed, as morn unveils its hue, A kaleidoscope of regal colors streams, God’s Triune mercy drapes us, rich and new, A heavenly veil stitched with celestial beams.
In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
I Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV)
In all we raise our thanks to Thee, O Lord, For salvation’s gifts, a ceaseless, gleaming tide, Blessings rush, a crystal river’s sacred chord, Divinely poured on souls once sin-denied. To us, unworthy, grace so freely streams, A precious flood from Heaven’s boundless vein, O Triune God, we laud Thy grand designs, For all Thou wast, wilt be, and shalt remain!
Royally redeemed, we stand in holy awe, Our joyous hope, victorious, fixed on Thee, Thy works ignite our hearts, our souls, our core, A thunderous praise for all eternity! With every breath, mind, spirit, we adore, O Lord, our thanks, a chorus bold and free, For everything—Thy love forevermore— We lift our all in grateful jubilee!
If need be, let us cast off, swift and sure, The frail claps of earth, a fleeting, hollow cheer, Spurn mankind’s nod, so flimsy, insecure, For Heaven’s roar, divine, eternal, clear! A holy thunder rolls from God’s high throne, Our Triune Lord, with praise that never fades, His sacred shout, a tempest all His own, Outshines the world’s thin, crumbling accolades!
Salvation storms through Christ, our mighty Lord, A lavish gift, exorbitant and rare, Exquisite flame, sin’s darkened veil restored, To souls once lost, now blameless, bright, and fair! From filth to triumph, born anew we rise, Victorious heirs, with royal blood infused, Joint kin with Jesus, strength that never dies, Our Holy Rock, divine, unbowed, unloosed!
Words lash out, a rusted razor’s edge, Grace unyielded, a fountain choked with stone, Christ’s crimson tide, pent in a soul’s dark pledge, Shrouds it thick, a strangling vine o’ergrown! No soothing gale of speech breaks through the blight, Though whispered beams could pierce the fractured crust, Spirits shatter, entombed in voiceless night, Aching for mercy’s breath, now ash and dust!
All bloom in Christ’s grace at their own pace, Some swift, some slow, through seasons yet unfurled, A graceless heart marks stunted, barren space, A soul un-grown in Jesus, Lord of worlds. So lift a prayer for those who lag behind, For lavish grace, once given, richly flows, A tide unseen, yet mighty to unbind, To drench their lives where arid hardness grows.
In time, His wealth, a golden mercy’s stream, Will soak their roots, a flood no drought can stay, Then freely they’ll pour out that costly gleam, The grace our Savior sows in patient sway. With love unbound, He bends to all who kneel, Who turn, believe, receive His holy spark— Through faith, His richness makes the graceless heal, A flourishing gift from Christ’s eternal ark.