All my springs are in you, Holy God. My past is restored in you. My present is anointed in you. My future is grounded in you. My forever is promised in you. Your people speak glorious things about your Holy City. The cities of earth pale in comparison to it. They rust. They tumble to ruin, but your City remains forever. The honor to be born from above ensures my residence there with you. I sing for joy. I dance, for I am registered as a citizen. I wait for you in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.
“Glorious things of you are spoken, O City of God!” (Psalm 87:3 ESV)