My soul may cry out to you, and my lips be brimming with words of praise
But what is that without feet willing to spread your name
Or hands weathered and worn from serving the weak
And arms wrapped around those with dampened cheeks
It is an empty and weightless faith indeed
If actions of love and obedience do not proceed
It is not the power, knowledge, or beauty of the rhetoric I boast
But the humbled services whispered that speak the most
You have not called me to a life of condescending pride
But promised as your child I’ll have to take up my cross with every stride
My happiness and satisfaction is not derived from this earth
But instead you have given joy and contentment in a new birth
So with every morning light I vow to live for your name
God I pray I would not let the sun set on another day
That I failed to live for your glory and ceaseless praise
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