O Christ, when you ascended, you took your rightful throne.
Your time on earth had ended—yet we weren’t left alone.
You reign o’er earth and heaven; your Spirit guides our way.
Your prayers uphold your people; you lead your church each day.

We look at earthly rulers and see what they command.
We note their years of power, the borders of their land.
Yet, Lord, you are not bounded by things like time and space;
Your reign is never-ending, you rule in every place.

We’re tempted. Lord, to leave you in stories nicely told.
Sometimes we don’t believe you and say your ways are old.
Sometimes we feel so lonely and live in doubt and fear—
But your ascension means, Lord, you’re present with us here.

It’s often quite a challenge to follow in your Way.
We’re easily distracted! It’s hard, Lord, to obey.
Sometimes we give you Sundays—an hour, maybe two—
But your ascension means, Lord, all life belongs to you.

One day, O Lord, we’ll know you, as we are fully known.
One day this world of sinners will bow before your throne.
One day, God’s whole creation will sing and praise your name.
On earth as now in heaven, we’ll celebrate your reign.