Noble frame, no longer lost, no more astray,
is now gleaming in the light of day,
Our worth is not measured by the gold of earthly mines,
But, bought with a celestial price, a debt no coin defines.
Behold the crimson tide that is swept across the trees,
Where love was poured in torrents for our liberty.
A price so vast, so deep, so rich in grace divine,
The Son of God did give His life, our souls to entwine.
We are a canvas now, a masterpiece, a song,
Where sacred brushstrokes dance to hymns of right and wrong.
Each line and curve, each breath we take, a testament,
Of an unyielding love that bore our burdens that we have sent.
Our eyes, once veiled by doubt and fear's cold shroud,
Now gaze upon the beauty of God's love so loud.
A price was paid for every pulse, each tender beat,
In every moment lived, we are destined to repeat:
We are not our own, for we were bought with a cost,
With nails and thorns, upon the cross, it seemed He lost.
Yet found in death, our debts were fully paid,
He took our sins away and He showed God's way.
His hands, once bound by chains of guilt and strife,
Now bear the marks of grace and a gifted life.
As we toil, serve, and lift in praises on high,
A living tapestry of God's love that never dies.
Our feet, once stumbling on the path of doubt,
Now walk the road where faith loudly shouts.
With every step we take and proclaim the truth in light,
We are pilgrims bought by God's sacred might.
God's human vessel paid with blood, so frail, so weak,
Yet filled with power, so meek, so strong, so unique.
Arise and live, let every part of us proclaim,
The glory of the One who bore our grief and pain.
For we are not our own, no longer lost in the night,
But found in Him, the One who has become our light.
In every breath, in every dawn's embrace,
We glorify God's Son who gave His all for our saving faith.