Author: Tekna Truth

I stand—an Olive Tree—upright—In God’s own House—my Root—His Love—a Stream that feeds—my Life—His Truth—my lasting Fruit— The wicked boast—their Tongues—do slice—Like Razors—sharp with Lies—Yet God—He sees—their fleeting Pride—And bids—their Ruin—rise— But I—am held—in Holy Ground—My Branches—spread with Praise—His Name—is Good—His Mercy—sure—My Hope—through endless Days— No Wealth—nor Power—can steal—my Place—For God—my Stronghold—stands—I flourish—safe—in Love’s—embrace—Upheld—by Faithful Hands—…

A Heart in Dust — before the Throne —Lies bare — its Sin confess’d —Yet Mercy falls — like Snow on Stone —And bids the Soul to Rest — The Womb’s dark Veil — holds Wisdom’s Seed —God’s Truth — there softly sown —His Faithful Heart — for us did plead —Before our Breath was…

The Mighty speaks — His voice a flame —That calls the earth to know His name —From Zion’s glow — His beauty streams —And wakes the heart from lesser dreams — A tempest swirls — His glory near —Yet in His call — no trace of fear —He seeks the soul — with thanks to…

A fleeting gleam—the gold of earth—Its shine is brief—its fleeting worth—It buys no breath—beyond the grave—No coin can soul—from death’s grip save— The rich may boast—their names may soar—Yet dust they join—through death’s dark door—Their houses fall—their lands decay—Like beasts they fade—in night’s cold sway— But God’s own hand—redeems the soul—From grave’s deep hold—He makes…

Greatness dwells in Zion’s hill—The Lord’s own throne stands high—His city gleams with holy light—A joy that cannot die— Her towers rise, her walls endure—No foe can breach her gate—God’s presence guards her sacred courts—His love will never abate— Though kings may gather, schemes devise—Their might dissolves in fear—The Lord of hosts with breath alone—Makes…