Based on 2 Timothy 3:5 (KJV)

We toil with hands of clay to mend the earth,
Yet some wear godliness as hollow guise,
Their form denies the power of true worth—
From such, we turn to seek the Savior’s eyes.

Through us, as royal heirs, His will is wrought,
Our feet may tread where mercy’s call is heard,
But pride we shun, for strength is humbly sought,
His love, the word that echoes undeterred.

The good we do, a mirror of His light,
Reflects not ours, but Heaven’s boundless flame,
For in denying self, we see aright—
The Savior’s grace deserves the endless claim.

So let us labor, bold yet meekly still,
And serve as hands through which His grace may spill.