DEAD PSALMIST

I'm married to the Cross,

I count all else as loss,

I die daily as I count the Cost,

He's worth it,

Because He's Worthy,

He's all deserving,

A throne on the New Earth He's reserving,

For His Sons and Daughters,

Who befriend the Lamb that was slaughtered,

And of our purest FAITH He's the Author,

We're refined as we're crushed by the divine,

Weight of Glory,

It's the beginning of the Story,

The end of Time is but the doorway into GLORY,

All will bow before Him,

The King of Kings and Lord of Glory,

The weight is immense and heavy,

In our own strength and striving,

But through His strength it is light,

And by bearing it we become the bearers of LIGHT,

Illuminating the darkest nights,

As celestial torches burning bright,

We SHINE,

Quantum entangled with the Divine,

Creative Light in our Holy Design,

We're a reflection,

Of His Holy complexion,

All creation terraformed by His expressions,

Through US,

Beings created from Dust,

But knit together like Diamonds and not rust,

We display His eternal beauty,

And this is our eternal duty,

To Reign and Rule with divine Immunity,

From Death,

Because Yahweh IS our every BREATH,

When we feel Christ's HEART beating in our Chest,

That's when there's nothing left,

But to surrender,

To Hell and Graves true Ascender,

We wear the glorified crowns,

That we once through down,

Before His Holy Nail pierced feet,

We're above all and never beneath,

Immortal and never to taste defeat.