Doxology 
In Three Parts

a prose song

by
Lara Gaddis Ormiston

Alpha.

Almighty,

Apostle and High Priest,

Son of God,

Living Water.

The Consolation of Israel.

If I had a voice, I would sing of the wondrous Lord Who crucified the flesh of many men. I would sing of His love, of His wisdom, of the surpassing righteousness of His every thought and desire, and the splendid, awesome wrath that He brings on those who dare to trespass against His purity.

I would sing, had I voice, of earth’s liberation—of the King of Kings, and His two thorny crowns (one to tear the flesh, and one to rend the soul). I would sing of the Lamb of God so sinlessly slain that as His blood stained the altar, His glory set flaming. He is the font of life, for His holy ardor brought breath to a race born dead.

If I could sing, I would sing a lament for those other songs, other hymns never sung, aborted before conception by a single sin that rendered infertile the minds and hearts of all men. If God had given me the knowledge, I would move the church to weep for every insult offered to Him, for every word that wasn’t spoken, every act that wasn’t done for the praise of His glory. Have you not heard it, oh men? His cause is only one that lasts! At the sounding of the trumpet, the First and Last will burn the chaff of human history, and only gold bought from Him will survive.

Immanuel,

Creator,

Cornerstone,

Morning Star,

Justifier

Mighty Fortress

Lord of the Harvest.

Avenger,

Holy One,

Head of the Church,

Heir of all

That single Event that happened one afternoon outside a little Middle Eastern city stands now as the vortex of history. Every land is caught by its power, and every event. Time is counted by it, cultures are shaped and lives are driven. The creation and collapse of governments, the germination and decay of whole peoples have been carried out in its shadow. The roots of the Cross go down to the very heart of the earth, and its arms straddle the sky. It rises high like a gaunt specter, reeking of blood: the stench of death to those who hate it, but the fragrance of life to those who follow it. Truth lies in its path, cutting a line across the earth, dividing the righteous from the unrighteous, and securing the Lord’s own.

This—this herald of God’s mercy and promise of God’s wrath, this troubling, ugly, glorious, confounding thing has wrought upon the world a change such as those who stood and watched Jesus die could never have guessed. Those who mocked Him never thought their words would resonate across the centuries; those who condemned Him knew not how many would condemn them. But still we see record of their deeds, printed on the rice-paper of Bibles, and through them, poor vessels of wrath, God has brought Himself undying praise. To a people led back from the darkness, He is Dayspring, the sun and sunrise, morning and its light. Proclaimed as Redeemer, worshipped as Servant, the Son of God is now the Lamb that sits at the center of the throne, and this title is His highest crown.

Sing! Sing, oh nations, and shout oh people of God! Sing aloud, and shout! The chorus of many races shall rise someday, many tribes as one Chosen People, one Holy Nation, one Royal Priesthood. For the glory of God, and of God alone, the Triune United One, perfection compounded twice, shall the light of His love rain upon the heads of a wretched multitude, and make their sorrow joy. From now until the end of time, and from then into eternity, shall saints say and angel affirm the intrinsic beauty of every Thought of God, the justice of His Words, the excellence of His Lasting renown. His is our Hope and our Salvation. He is the exquisite Pearl of very Great Price. He is the eternal, incandescent flame and we, like moths, shall forever be flying to Him.

Refiner,

Righteous One,

The Bread of Life,

Intercessor,

Lover of our souls,

He who heals,

Our Hope!

Faithful God,

Jealous God,

Forgiving God.

I would sing, if I could, of His song. I would sing of the great symphony He is making from time, as every day that passes adds a note to His staff, and every eon forms a new movement. Vast, spectacular, in a tapestry huger than the heavens, He has spun out melody and harmony, orchestrating creation, and wooing the world by His power. The overbearing theme of this symphony is His Glory: it sounds and repeats, echoing off the wall of the universe, escalating into the deafening climax of Christ’s death on the hill called Golgotha, when perfect love did perfect justice meet. Now, it resounds still, recurring like a fugue in the ears of those who can hear it.

Many men have lived and many tales have been told. The writing of many books is endless, says the Teacher, and meaningless. People have worshipped God, and they have hated Him. His Name has been foully abused. The Hands that Bled have been arrogantly scorned. All men have hated Him, our blessed Redeemer, and only some have loved, Him. Yet what, after all, is the conclusion to the babble that has filled this planet and now howls louder than before? God in His grace and in His inscrutable, incorruptible righteousness still stands, unmoved, immutable, and His is the anthem that the nations will sing. All these songs have been sung, and here sing I now mine, but in the end there is no song but His. And the flawless execution of His immaculate plan will be seen, and wondered at, and praised, and acknowledged, and then every person who has ever denied the truth of His Word, every eye that was closed to His Sovereignty, every tongue that failed, as mine has, to give Him the praise and the thunderous applause that He so deserves, will all together cry,

"Glory!

Worship the Lord God of Hosts!

Kneel before Him,

Come in the Joy of His Splendor or

The Fear of His Wrath for He is

Pure

And the Might of His Honor is like an Army of Warriors."

"Holy," cry the people of God,

"Holiness is His banner!"

"Lord!" cry even those who despised Him,

"Lord is He, Christ, the Son of God,

Jesus Christ the crucified is Lord indeed!"

And the Radiance and Representation of God’s own Being will rise like the blinding, unveiled sun over the line of the earth’s horizon, Incandescent and Holy, and men will fall prostrate, and seraphim will shout, and then we will know.

The Lord Saves.

Omega.

Amen.

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