Unrecognized work done for the glory of God
is always seen and delighted in
by the Audience of One.

He who hung the stars and numbered every hair
marks each hidden hour, each unspoken prayer.
No quiet labor offered in faithful love
escapes the tender gaze of the King who stoops low
to crown the unseen with His own “Well done.”

The eyes of men may glance and quickly pass,
yet Heaven’s Audience lingers with delight.
What seems unnoticed in the weary day
is gathered as sweet incense before the throne—
every act of quiet obedience,
every seed sown in secret faithfulness.

So rest, dear soul, when recognition fades:
All is known. All is cherished. All is grace.
Seen and delighted in
by the Audience of One.