Glory To The Son

The honor and His fame,
Great God, the One, I Am!
The glory is due His name!
The gift of God, His Lamb!

With mercy eyes would give,
To earth as man He came,
That we, His saints, should live!
For joy, endured the shame.

His blood He shed, He died.
He took our sins, He did!
The gates now opened wide!
The Father's will He bid!

Yes, death on us did rest.
He vanquished death and sin!
For us, His glorious quest!
Gave us that glorious win!

The gift from Him on High,
What enemy stood to beat?
That we should live, not die!
Yes, all He would defeat!

His grace and truth, His sword,
The Rose of Sharon is He!
This mighty, glorious Lord!
The One who set us free!

The Lion of Judah, the same.
He did it ALL, this One,
With mercy heals the lame!
Yes He, the prize has Won!

His love commands all time!
Sing loud, yes, strike the chord!
Our lives, now His, in rhyme!
The Son who is our Lord!

The Holy One, He's our king!
The honor and His fame!
Shout joy and let us sing!
All glory is due His name!

This poem was a finalist in the December 2022 poetry contest