let my actions be of

my own. thoughts and heart,

lifting others up or reaching

down to care for those in need,

instead of shouting my own

name above the chaotic rabble

of the world in competition.


teach me the strength

that kneels without shame,

that does not demand a

place seated at the head

of the table when it could

lift up a cross.


the guidance of the world misleads, pushing to

self-promote, to climb to the clamor of applause,

but christ lowered himself;

became empty so others

could be lifted.


somewhere between the

glory of heaven and the
splintered structure of

earth, love still bent

low enough to find me.