Hope Arising

The Lord promised a new body
Nothing like a Bugatti
Focused on immortality
So I threw away my Ducati
Hope arising all the way up to the penthouse
Cause victory prevailed
From the henhouse to the courthouse
From the lighthouse we sing
Oh where death is your sting
But thanks to God for victory
Through Jesus our King
Evidence insufficient
To support the conviction acquittal
Vindication through the Propitiation
Victorious resurrection served on my platter
Triumph in the Kingdom
Where only Christ matters
Cut the chatter and added the fuel
To keep the engine running
Call it constant faith renewal
Tossed my green card in the trash
No longer a foreigner
Home at last in the Kingdom
But they called up the coroner
Because we quickly shape shifted
Within the twinkling of an eye
Our King seated high on His own supply
No more weeping
Steady singing His praises
No more pain
Joy complete on our spiritual faces
Every knee bowed down
Before receiving wages
Last chapter eternal life
No more flipping the pages

Added destruction or denarius
To eternal bank accounts
As we stand before the King
To give our own account
No amount of our deeds
Could bypass the King
But being judged righteously for everything
Ruling with a royal scepter
The Great Director
As He replayed a film of our lives
On His grand projector
A self reflector
The Food Inspector
Analyzing our fruit
Throwing waste to the bone collector
Great separation
Between the sheep and the goats
The Great Physician
With results to diagnose
Based on the symptoms
Who were the victims in the system
Thorough evaluation
Measured up by God's wisdom
So brothers and sisters
Stand strong in the storms
Be ye separated in spirit
And do not conform
Because this world is fading quickly
One day at a time
Jesus is coming soon
Time is on the decline
Just look at the signs

Salvation belongs to our God
Salvation belongs to our God

Singing praises for the wages
As we gear up for the raises
No more empty vases
Cause your flowers filled up all the spaces
Left no traces of the old wine
Now the gold shines
Imperfection made perfected
In the combine
Fired up in the furnace
Like gold in the refine
Was weakest in our clan like Gideon
But your Spirit flowed through these vessels
Like the Lydian
Flesh into oblivion outside our new home
Took the tangles out our hair
With your heavenly comb
Now we sing all hail King Jesus
No longer grievous cause you freed us
From all our suffering
Finally home GPS no longer buffering
Or ushering me to my final destination
The unseen now seen such a presentation
Now feasting with our King of salvation

Let us hold tightly without wavering
To the hope we affirm
For God can be trusted to keep His promise
Hebrews ten twenty three