Author: Tekna Truth

A Blessing Breathes The Lord’s Own Word — descends to Earth —A whispered Grace — to keep —His Face alights — with radiant Mirth —To guard the Soul — asleep — His Countenance — uplifts the Heart —Its beams — a boundless Store —His Favor flows — to every Part —And bids us fear —…

The Heart does sing — of Majesty —A King whose Throne — endures alway —His Sword is Truth — His Scepter gleams —With Righteousness — that lights the Day — His Lips of Grace — pour Blessings free —Fairer than Men — His Beauty shines —The Myrrh and Gold — His Glory weave —A Kingdom…

Hope is a whisper—soft and low—That stirs the soul from night—A spark that kindles—in the dark—And banishes all fright. Though shadows fall—and doubts arise—And silence fills the air—Yet truth remains—a steadfast flame—That burns through all despair. For God is light—and in His sight—No lie can stand or stay—He calls us forth—from death to life—To walk…

Compassion stirs the soul to wake—Its pulse a holy flame—The poor, in shadows, call to us—God’s heart within their name— Betrayal cuts, a friend’s sharp heel—Its sting like frost to bone—Yet truth, in Christ, does overcome—His love through dark has shone— The lies of foes, a whispered snare—In darkness they abide—But God, the truth, upholds…