Credit: The Appalachian Mountain Band

God Speed Ambassador
In Hope, Arkansas, a child was born,
The prophets hailed the coming dawn—
To make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
To place the stone, to wield the rod,
That Temple be built and King may reign,
When Heaven joins the earth again

Upon the land where deserts bloomed,
A promise carved, a fate presumed.
Not by the hand of men alone,
But whispered forth from God’s own throne.

Through fire and stone, through shifting sand,
A people rose by His command.
Though nations plotted their demise,
The Lord remained their shield and guide.

But in the shadows, evil swells,
A wicked hatred where malice dwells.
Their war on Judah, masked and broad,
Is war declared against the Lord.

For who but He declared their light?
For who but He has sealed their right?
To curse their name, to seek their fall,
It is to rebel against the Lord of all.

I saw in visions of the night,
The Son of Man, in sovereign light.
He rode the clouds in royal flame,
Foretold by the ancients, crowned by Name.

Godspeed, Ambassador Huckabee,
Messenger of Cyrus’ decree.
“Return and build,” the nations hear,
Zion shall rise, her purpose clear—
Deliverance and redemption drawing near.

And as we march through trials vast,
With faith unshaken, holding fast,
May we assure in holy grace,
Messiah’s return, the Temple’s place.