Summary of the Poem
Marvel of Marvels: Repentance Opens Heaven’s Arms and Seats Us at the Table as Sons and Daughters of God Most High
This poem celebrates the breathtaking miracle of divine grace: no matter where a person begins—whether in pride, comfort, sorrow, shame, self-sufficiency, or brokenness—a single moment of honest repentance instantly transforms them into a beloved child of God.
It emphasizes that no one earns this gift through merit, status, or effort. Everyone—rich or poor, proud or humbled, searching or lost—stands on the same level ground of mercy. In one turning of the heart, heaven’s doors swing wide, the Father rushes to embrace, and the repentant soul is not merely forgiven but fully adopted: welcomed, known, crowned, and seated at the family table as a true son or daughter of the King Most High.
The poem overflows with awe at this “marvel of marvels”—how the eternal God redefines us not by what we were, but by His boundless love, making us forever heirs in His kingdom. It is a song of wonder at the overwhelming, unearned intimacy and royalty that grace bestows the instant we say yes to mercy.
From halls of pride or streets of shame,
from comfort’s throne or sorrow’s chain,
one honest cry, one turning heart—
and heaven’s mercy rushes in again.
No merit weighs upon the scale,
no status earns the open door;
the proud, the poor, the seeking soul—
all stand the same on grace’s floor.
A single breath of true repentance,
a whisper turned to living faith,
and distance vanishes in light—
the stranger welcomed, fully embraced.
Behold the wonder: God Most High
stoops low to claim the wandering one;
not servant, slave, or distant guest,
but daughter, son—forever known.
From every nation, tongue, and story,
from every path that led astray,
the Spirit calls, the Father runs,
and crowns the repentant child today.
No longer defined by what we were—
by wealth or want, by strength or fall—
but redefined by love divine:
beloved heirs, and that is all.
Oh boundless grace that makes us royalty,
that seats us where the angels sing;
one moment’s yes to mercy’s call—
and we are children of the King.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 