Where cruelty once with shadowed fist did rise,
To crush the righteous in its ruthless sway,
Grace falls as light, a balm from boundless skies,
And mercy dawns to sweep the dark away.

Love looks beyond the charm of hollow fame,
For pretty popular shells may mask a void,
Truth cuts through veils of pomp and fleeting name,
The gospel rings where lies are oft destroyed.

Salvation, the pinnacle of gifts, descends,
Not to the proud who gleam in fleeting glare,
But those who stand, though bruised, with righteous ends,
Their souls upheld by heaven’s tender care.

Though beauty reigns and crowds may shout their praise,
God crowns the just with everlasting days.