Behold the Lamb


Behold the mighty lamb of God,
A lighthouse in the night,
Sending rays of searing love,
From heaven, to enthrall creation’s sight,

We move as one, beneath this force,
In luscious folds of divine mirth,
We’re set ablaze, we come alive,
As though one body, worshiping from earth,

Each heart is fused with Christ on high,
His blazing passion known and felt,
Each soul ascending, breath by breath,
The pain of isolation soon to melt,

In Christ we find a nexus point,
A place to sing in unison,
A hymn book held aloft for all,
A shining new Jerusalem,

Pray, let your spirit seek this fire,
This holy place where God resides,
To lift us from our wretchedness,
To rapture, where peace of death abides.

Adam Daniel, 03/08/19

Silence Everlasting…


A thunder crack across the scene!
With every visage struck agog,
The seventh of the seals undone,
With heaven’s host descending through the fog,

Pure silence is the herald’s cry,
No trumpets loud, no festal tones,
But every face in knowing awe,
Aye, every soul struck silent, to the bones,

What holy might commands us thus?
What stops creation in its tracks?
It is the Son of Man, at last,
The one to whom we’ve rudely turned our backs,

The resurrected lamb of God,
The one who died and rose again,
Returning to his place on earth,
The golden throne within the halls of men,

What can we do with such as this?
We cannot shade our eyes or hide,
We cannot stall the risen God,
Who comes again to claim his holy bride,

We can but bow our knees and sink,
In monumental reverie,
At Zion’s foot, at David’s door,
The palaces renewed with energy,

A thousand shadows jump to view,
And raise their heads to praise His name,
The spectres of idolatry,
Revealed as naught against His dazzling flame,

The unity is searing strong,
A wind that sweeps us up like dust,
A puissant call, a rapture quick,
Devouring every stigma of mistrust,

Wherefore our petty vagaries?
Wherefore our views and sentiments contrasting?
All made silent as the grave,
Forgotten now in silence everlasting…

Written by Adam Daniel, 11.11.18

The Battle In the Heavenlies


The hard-fought battle rages on,
The tumult waxing shrill,
The horrid works of hell rebuked,
The den of lies attacked with holy skill,

A blackened wind, in squalling ire,
A sea of boiling hate,
The hordes of darkness racing up,
To cast their wrath at heaven’s golden gate,

The Christ, the leader of the fold,
His vision on them all,
Casts a thought across the scene,
As every one to Him remains enthralled,

Wherein the need to wrangle thus?
We still remain one kin,
We’re bonded as one family,
We know the other’s heart and mind within,

Pray, lend your forces to our troop,
That we may work as one,
A stalwart stewardship we’ll keep,
The galaxy will serve our sacred sun…

Written by Adam Daniel 25.07.18