Glorious in splendor and perfect in might…at the sight of you nations are in fear…clear the way as the King rides forth upon the clouds of the heavens…fire goes before and behind him a tempest rages…

The pages of our lives turn more swiftly than a runner and yet he who is majestic in power and commands the oceans with a word speaks out to call us daughters of the King…no longer must we derive our sense of identity and meaning from the lies the world is gleaning for we are precious and honored in your sight… even though our best attempts at righteousness fall infinitely short of perfection…you still see your reflection upon us and call us your own…you have made your home in our hearts and torn the lies apart.

We wonder at your greatness…we stand in awe of your name…now King of glory…use us to spread your fame…you have spread your gifts abroad in our souls to show the world your greatness revealed…no longer must your daughters be hidden…no longer shall we be concealed….We will show your beauty instead of our own…we will strut in your greatness for you have sewn garments of splendor and clothed us in glory…our beauty is now a revelation of your story.