Esteeming Others Higher Than Ourselves — Rekindling the Ancient Biblical Light Amid the Cold Hearts and Fractured Kingdoms of These End of Days
(Inspired by Philippians 2:3 — “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.”)
n these end of days, where twilight bleeds across a bruised and broken sky,
Long shadows stretch like accusing fingers over crumbling spires standing high.
Voices rise in fevered clamor, sharp as serpent’s tongue in the gathering gloom,
While a sacred truth lies buried, whispered soft — a single candle in the room.
“Esteem each other higher than yourselves,” the biblical light breaks through,
Golden rays like mercy’s fingers piercing thunderheads of pride anew.
Yet hearts grown cold and calloused turn their gaze to mirrors cracked within,
Where only “I” and “me” flicker dimly, drowning out the call to love and kin.
The stranger stumbles past, eyes hollow under leaden heavens gray,
The neighbor bears deep wounds like open graves that never heal by day.
But eyes stay fixed on fragile thrones of self, refusing to uplift the fall,
While we scroll through fractured kingdoms, chasing likes like fireflies small.
Bridges burn to glowing embers drifting on the bitter wind so cold,
Empathy drowns silent in the rising flood of “mine” — a story often told.
Foreign now this virtue, like an exiled tongue no longer heard,
Humility’s quiet anthem lost within the roaring symphony of word.
Oh, that we might remember in the clamor and the fray so loud,
To bow the head like wheat before the wind, extend the hand unbowed.
Let another’s day bloom brighter, their joy eclipse our fleeting light,
For in such selfless lifting, true strength shines eternal, pure and bright.
Let not the end of days seal this as relic dust beneath the falling stars,
But spark anew the fire — this biblical light that heals our hidden scars.
Esteem each other higher; let sacrificial love rewrite the scroll,
Before the final twilight claims the fragments of the weary soul.
May this biblical light, though foreign as manna in a barren land,
Find its way back home — streaming through the cracks where hardened hearts once stand.
In you, in me, in us together, may its golden glory brightly gleam,
Lest we face the coming darkness merged as shadows in one endless dream.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 