On days when the sun kisses your face,
And triumphs cadence warms your base.
When every deed seems sovereign, sublime,
And the world before you, bends to your rhyme.
Repose, reflect, let pride abate,
For your mortal feats cannot negate,
The unreachable depths of divine embrace;
Even at your zenith, you need His grace.
No Everest scaled, no laurel gained,
Can render grace diminished or waned.
Your finest, though bright it may burn,
Is but a flicker where grace sojourns.
For His grace eternal, transcends all height,
A luminous balm in darkest night.
It girds the soul, unseen and profound,
The ceaseless force upon which your bound.
Relinquish the myth of self-contained might,
For even the stars borrow heaven’s light.
So bow to His truth, let arrogance cease,
For none surpass the need for peace.
In life’s crescendo, His hand I trace,
Towards my father forever I give chase.
In search of my God, I’ll always keep pace,
To let my life be a heavenly showcase.
To never forget what on the cross took place,
No heights I reach will ever replace,
My unending need for his boundless grace.