Once yearning for greatness, dreams now lie in dust,
Shattered illusions, in humility, trust.

In God’s Kingdom, the lowly hold the key,
Greatness unmeasured, by quiet decree.

Performance fades, a transient facade,
In God’s embrace, where new birth is not flawed.

For the child of God, in brokenness, whole,
Neither diminished nor increased, this saved soul.

In shattered dreams, a truth unfolds clear,
His worth unchanged, a child held dear.