In every generation, near and far, God chooses souls like shining stars. He calls the faithful, strong and true, To bear His light in all they do.
Through fire’s trial, they have stood, Refined and tempered as He would. The weight of Heaven in their hands, A sacred trust—His perfect plans.
His Presence flows through purified hearts, A flame that darkness can’t depart. His Glory moves, a mighty wave, Through those who live to serve and save.
The essence of Heaven, pure and bright, Pours through their steps, a guiding light. For they are chosen, tried, and true, To bring His will to all they do.
