This poem was written on Day of Trumpets, 2024
O shout the lordship of our King
Proclaim Him Master over all
May countless trumps and voices ring
May every knee before Him fall
Proclaim Him Master o’er this earth
Return He shall, once all is done
The infant of a lowly birth
Is now the high, exalted One!
Behold, He sits on David’s throne
To rule forever, with no end
The right to judge is His alone
He only reads the hearts of men
Proclaim Him ruler o’er all souls
For He gives life and He can kill
Amidst earth’s mess, He still controls
For naught can stand against His will
O praise the great Chief Cornerstone
Who pulls down reigns, and builds them up
He suffered much to gain His throne
His flesh the bread, His blood the cup
O praise the One Who heals dry bones
Who holds all hope, who earned all praise
O may we be His living stones
And see His Temple in our days!
Jerusalem, rejoice and sing
For He shall soon return to you
The Lord of Lords and King of Kings
The One called faithful, just, and true
