In the second Psalm, the son of the king is promised "the nations as your inheritance, the ends of the earth as your possession." It seems a lofty promise coming from a guy who was king of a relatively small piece of land. (Israel in the late 10th century BC at its greatest extent would have stretched about as far as it is from my house to St. Louis). The promise seems ridiculous actually, and so we say that in poetic terms, it was hyperbole, exaggeration for the sake of emphasis.
Yet, here we are over 3,000 years later, and Jesus (the son of David, the one who is greater than Solomon) reigns in every corner of the globe. Distant shores and the islands rejoice at his presence in their midst. He reigns through his church, his citizens who have sworn allegiance to him above all others. He reigns because men and women have courageously taken the good news of Jesus to the darkest corners of the globe. Thanks to the faithful service of missionaries and the prayers of those sending them, hyperbole has become reality. Through sacrifice great and small, advancing by acts of kindness and mercy, accompanied with the bold proclamation of the truth that sets men free, "the kingdom of this world, is become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ." (Handel's Messiah)
Lead on, O King eternal
till sin's fierce war shall cease
and holiness shall whisper
the sweet amen of peace.
For not with swords loud clashing,
nor roll of stirring drums
with deeds of love and mercy
the heavenly kingdom comes.