Jesus rise and join the Father,
Fly and claim what is yours,
No more wrath and no more sorrow,
No more shame to endure,
Sin and death – go down in defeat,
So take your seat, take your seat.
Jesus rise and receive your crown,
Fashioned for Heaven’s Best,
No cruel thorns upon your brow,
No man-made clothes for dress,
Satan’s beat – wear the Victor’s wreath,
And take your seat, take your seat.
Jesus rise to heavenly heights,
Parade beyond our dreams,
Nothing compares, no greater sight,
No reunion the same,
Oh, to see – Son and Father greet,
“Son, take your seat, take your seat.”
Behind the lines
The victorious spectacle and heavenly reunion of the Triune God after the ascension:
Acts 1:9) And when he had said these things, as they were looking on, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight. 10) And while they were gazing into heaven as he went, behold, two men stood by them in white robes, 11) and said, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into heaven? This Jesus, who was taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven.”
Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Amen!