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!

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Blood (Hebrews 9:21-28)

Since blood was needed to redeem,
It sprinkled all the holy things.
Since sin had made it all unclean,
More blood was needed, more they bring.

But Christ, the perfect sacrifice,
Had blood that would forever cleanse,
Poured out in heaven to suffice,
As our eternal recompense.

And dying once, then all is done,
As our redemption is complete.
Remember, He is yet to come,
To trample death beneath His feet.

The True Tabernacle (Hebrews 8:1-6)

There is a temple real and true,
A dwelling place for God on high,
And all His saints may there commune,
Whose vaults resound with seraphs’ cries.
Yet not on earth was this tent laid,
Nor was it raised by mortal man.
A tent of skin in heaven made,
Erected by the Father’s hands.

Then all the temples which were made:
Of Moses, Solomon began,
Of Ezra, Herod, gold inlaid,
Were shadows, substance-less, and bland.
But Jesus was the true High-Priest,
Who ministered in this true tent.
The temple, yet, though none can see,
Out-shines all sensory content.

Yet Jesus is Himself this place,
For God and man unite in Him.
He is the temple of God’s grace,
And He is the true tent of skin.