05/08/2025
“By the Works of Your Hands”
Your words may be gentle, your voice may be kind,
But the truth of your soul is what you leave behind.
Not in the speeches or promises made,
But in silent decisions, in debts you have paid.
Not in the titles or praise that you seek,
But in lifting the lowly, defending the weak.
Your hands tell the story your lips cannot say,
In the way that you serve, in the price that you pay.
Your works are the mirror reflecting your name,
More lasting than fortune, more sacred than fame.
They whisper of honesty, effort, and grace,
They show who you are when you’re out of the race.
When the crowd has gone quiet, the stage lights grow dim,
What remains is your legacy — not just a hymn.
But a life that was lived with compassion and truth,
With courage in struggle, and wisdom from youth.
So build with your actions, with care and with heart,
Each day is a canvas, each choice is your art.
For the world may forget all the things that you knew,
But it will never forget what your character drew.
