The poem explores the distinction between honoring saints and worshipping Jesus Christ. It acknowledges the saints’ exemplary lives as sources of inspiration and guidance, likening them to mirrors and torches that reflect faith and light. However, it emphasizes that only Jesus, the divine Son who sacrificed Himself to redeem humanity, deserves worship. While saints are revered for their holiness, adoration belongs solely to Christ, who reigns eternally as the true Savior.

Upon the line where reverence meets the soul,
We lift our hearts to saints of storied grace,
Their lives a mirror, steadfast, pure, and whole,
Yet worship bows to One who took our place.
For Christ alone, the Son, the Lamb divine,
Did rend the veil and bear the sinner’s cost,
His blood, His breath, the everlasting sign,
No mortal deed could save what once was lost.
Saints guide us, yes, with light from days of old,
Their faith a torch to kindle in the night,
But adoration’s crown, of worth untold,
Belongs to Him who reigns in endless light.
So honor we the holy, meek, and true,
Yet worship flows to Jesus, always true.