In shadows of the proud, where ambition reigns,
The servant’s heart in quiet faith remains.
No crown they seek, no glory to be known,
But Christ’s own love, through humble deeds is shown.

The last shall be first, in the Kingdom’s light,
Where meekness shines, dispelling worldly night.
A towel, a basin, the Savior’s lowly way,
Becomes the path where saints in glory stay.

No title grander than to serve the King,
Whose cross-borne love makes every heart to sing.
The least, uplifted, find their place above,
For in His service, we are crowned with love.

To be a servant of Jesus Christ is to embrace the paradox of His Kingdom—where the last are first, and true greatness is found in giving all for Him.