The King, Ascendant

I love words. This singular fact travels most of the distance in explaining my general and undisciplined prolixity. It also explains why I just used the word "prolixity" in a sentence, a word which would serve you well should you ever find in your heart a desire to insult me with some accuracy.

One interesting thing about words, while we are on the subject, is that one can also sing them. This seems to be one of God's main intentions for the linguistic organs when he created them (see Genesis 2:22–25; Colossians 3:16–17). So, while I will make it plain that I feel much more comfortable in the world of prose, I do occasionally send my word processor on a more poetical course, especially in the writing of music for congregational worship. You will find such an attempt below: First, in the form of an astoundingly low-quality iPhone recording, followed immediately by the written lyrics.

Enjoy if this is your sort of thing—and don't worry, I will resume the regularly scheduled, non-musical content henceforth. Also, before you say anything: I am aware that the recording makes it seem as if I don't know my own song. Which I don't.

The King, Ascendant

Cup before me, bitter flowing
Not my will, but yours be done
Glorious Father, glorify me
Joy unfurling, joy macabre
Joy in blood comes with the dawn

God; Oh, my God—look down on me
Heaven silent, overwhelmed
It is finished; twain the old veil
Tear the veil, the cup is dry
Broken body, bread and wine

Put every crown upon his head
The spotless Lamb to sinners wed
Though Satan sing aloud our shame,
His righteous blood will counterclaim

Into darkness, light enshadowed
Beloved Son, for man disclaimed
Grave defeated, ever emptied
Crack the earth, ascendant rise
Ascending King, in throning flight

Put every crown upon his head
The spotless Lamb to sinners wed
Though Satan sing aloud our shame,
His righteous blood will counterclaim

White, his coming—bright, the Rider
Heaven singing, “Hail the Lamb!”
Death to mourning; heaven opens
Jerusalem, a bride adorned
Jerusalem, the world restored
Jerusalem, a bride adored
Jerusalem, the world reborn

Put every crown upon his head
The spotless Lamb to sinners wed
Though Satan sing aloud our shame,
His righteous blood will counterclaim