Dominion
From heaven’s height, a warrior born,
Clad in light, no soul forlorn.
A chosen knight with noble grace,
Sent to defend the sacred space.
But pride took root, the fall began,
He slipped from God’s almighty plan.
A tear of light, a shatter of skies,
Down he plunged with burning cries.
Into the depths where darkness reigns,
He wandered lost in endless chains.
In Hell's abyss, his spirit broke,
Where shadows whispered, demons spoke.
Forgotten echoes of who he'd been,
A warrior trapped in endless sin.
The sword he bore now stained and rusted,
In his own strength, no more trusted.
But Christ, the King, the Lamb who bled,
Reached to the pit, the place of dread.
His hand of mercy pierced the night,
A spark of hope, a ray of light.
"Rise, my child, you are not forsaken,
Though fallen far, my love unshaken.
Your chains will break, your heart will mend,
Your journey’s not at its bitter end."
With trembling knees, the warrior stood,
Clothed in grace and washed in blood.
Redeemed, restored, his purpose clear,
No more in darkness would he fear.
Now a servant, humble, free,
Dominion claimed through Calvary’s tree.
A noble heart once more ablaze,
In Christ, he found unending praise.
For in the fall, he learned his might,
Was never his—it was God’s light.
