Exalted father of our faith, God's grace
exalted Ken by faith, and son by son
exalted us to live by faith, that none
exalted from this dead and dying place,
exalted from the sin of Adam's race,
exalted, finished in what was begun,
exalted to the right hand of His Son,
exalted to our Bridegroom, face to face,
would die again, who have been born again.
Now death is once appointed. Ken has died.
But death has had no victory, no reign,
no sting, because Ken, body glorified
in Jesus, raised up without tears or pain,
now stands before his Lover as His bride.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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