Arise and Shine: A Declaration of Divine Glory
Andrew
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Arise and Shine: A Declaration of Divine Glory
I arise and shine, for my light has come, and the glory of the Lord now rises upon me.
Even as darkness covers the earth, His glory appears brightly over me.
My God turns my deep darkness into dazzling light.
I am the light of the world, a city on a hill that cannot be hidden.
Nations are drawn to my light, kings to the brightness of my dawn.
I lift up my eyes and see my family gathering, sons and daughters returning home.
My heart swells with the joy of His abundant provision for me.
The wealth of the seas and riches of the nations come to me for His purposes.
God makes all grace abound to me, so I may abound in every good work.
My offerings are accepted on His altar, adorning His glorious temple within me.
I am a spiritual house, built of living stones, a holy priesthood unto God.
Swiftly, like doves to their nests, divine movements gather around me.
The islands look to me, bringing honor to the Lord my God, who has clothed me with splendor.
Foreigners rebuild my walls; kings serve the vision He has given me.
Though I was struck, now divine favor and mercy surround me.
My gates stand open day and night, receiving the abundance of the nations.
I rest secure, for those who will not serve Him in me will perish.
The glory of Lebanon comes to me, adorning His sanctuary within my spirit.
I am called the City of the Lord, Zion of the Holy One of Israel.
Where I was once forsaken, I am now an everlasting pride and joy across all generations.
I drink the milk of nations, knowing He is my Savior, my Redeemer, my Mighty One.
Instead of bronze, He gives me gold; instead of iron, He gives me silver.
He makes peace my governor and righteousness my ruler over all.
No violence, ruin, or destruction will be heard within my borders.
My walls are called Salvation, and my gates are called Praise.
The Lord Himself is my everlasting light; my God is my glory.
My sun will never set, my moon will never wane, for He ends all sorrow.
I am a shoot He has planted, the work of His hands, displaying His splendor.
The least of me becomes a thousand, for He does it swiftly, beyond all I imagine.
I seal these words in the name and blood of Jesus, the Son of God.

