This devotional sonnet, rooted in Psalm 115:1, is a humble prayer that gives all glory to God rather than to humanity. It acknowledges human frailty (“we are but dust”), celebrates God’s glory revealed in creation (rose, ocean, stars), and finds comfort in His sustaining love amid sorrow. The poem ends by directing all honor, blessing, and worship back to God alone. In short: a quiet, reverent offering of praise that moves from human smallness to divine mercy and eternal glory.

Psalm 115:1
Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth’s sake.

O Lord, not unto us the crown of fame,
Nor mortal lips that boast their hollow song;
We are but dust that trembles at Thy name,
And only echoes what Thy winds prolong.

The rose unfolds its velvet heart in flame
Because Thy mercy bids the morning strong;
The ocean’s pulse, the starry host’s acclaim—
All breathe Thy truth where truth has lingered long.

Yet in our frailty still Thy glory gleams,
A fountain brighter than the noonday sun,
A love that weaves through sorrow’s darkest dreams
And lifts the fallen when their race is run.

To Thee alone the everlasting beams
Of honor, blessing, worship—ever One.