This morning I gave poetry (or a potential song?) a try

O, Kiss the Son, the Fire of God!
Based on Psalm 2


To earthly powers, the strength of men,
To devils bound in chains;
This gift we bring, this newborn King,
This freedom from your reign!

The Son of David, Son of God,
His throne descends above;
Let all these rebels cut their cords,
The bonds He brings are love.


O kiss the Son, the fire of God,
Whose passion is His Name;
So all in Him delight and then,
Take refuge from the flame!


Now pay Him honor, Now bow or burn,
Show wisdom, pretend kings;
All idols smash, all feelings turn,
All else confess as wicked things!

O tell the whole story, O sing the right tune,
Yes, proclaim the Lord’s decree;
All hearts’ longings, and history,
Wrapped up—a gift—in His glory!