Where is This You Brought Us? (Hebrews 12:18-24)

O dread and sovereign Lord,
Where is this you brought us?
To Sinai, hard and scorched,
Through fire-flashing.
Tornado-winds and cloud,
Around Your person shroud,
With trumpet blasting loud.
Your voice in power roaring,
When Moses shook and trembled.
O dread and sovereign Lord.

O great and gracious Lord,
Is this where You brought us?
To Zion’s heavenly court,
With angels feasting.
Your throne on crystal sea,
Your face at last we see,
O Christ, unceasingly.
The Church of the firstborn,
With Jesus blood be-sprinkled.
O great and gracious Lord.

Death and Blood (Romans 8:12-17)

When men reject their God, they live in fear,
They have no surety that a Father’s near.
And fearful men respond in killing sprees,
To massacre what gives anxiety.
When threatened fears turns to – once more –
Abortion, genocide, and ‘holy war’.
The spirit of the world is fear, and blood,
The Spirit of the Lord’s adopted love.
As sons of God, we have eternal life,
We’ve no anxiety at worldly strife.
And given hate, respond not with a grudge,
But give the life we’re given by our Judge.
Accepting God, accepts the gifts He gives,
And will not murder anything that’s His.

Fatherland (Hebrews 11:12-16)

Extravagant hope in the face of impossible odds,
Refusing to doubt; having faith in the promise of God.
The saints, staying faithful did not see the promise fulfilled,
In searching for something; a country, a place to call home.
Though many were mocked at; some died, and some others were killed,
But all lived in longing, and ever nomadic they roamed.
But Christ has prepared an extravagant city above,
A palace for each of His brothers, those washed in His blood.
So live as a pilgrim; an alien here on this earth,
Though you may be martyred for spurning the World’s many lusts,
But you are a patriot only to heaven by birth,
And Jesus is proud to be called God by those He calls just.
Extravagant grace to the numberless saints of our God,
Haste day when in heaven we join in ineffable laud!