19/08/2025
CROWN OF DUST 🜲
In halls where titles shine like gold,
The humble heart is left in cold.
Names are weighed, not souls within,
Worth is measured by acclaim, not sin.
They walk with names stitched on their sleeve,
As if the world has none to grieve.
A crown, a chair, a fleeting role,
Yet pride begins to blind the soul.
The nameless ones, ignored, unseen,
Their worth reduced to what has been.
But Heaven’s gaze does not compare,
For every heart holds equal care.
The famous rise, their voices loud,
The quiet ones lost in the crowd.
Yet Heaven sees what men despise,
The lowly child is precious in His eyes.
Soon the crowns of pride will turn to rust,
And thrones of men collapse to dust.
But love outlives the fleeting stage—
True honor is not bound by age.
One day the noise of rank will fall,
And only love will stand through all.
So let your greatness not be loud—
But kindness shared will make God proud.
So guard your heart from pride’s disguise,
For God lifts up what man denies.
RC Speaks
In a world that often measures worth by titles, positions, or popularity, it’s easy to overlook those who seem “less important.”
But God sees differently—He values the heart, not the crown. True greatness is not in how high we stand above others, but in how low we are willing to stoop to serve.
📖 Matthew 23:12
"For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted."
