Only Him

We build our towers out of dust and pride,
Trusting hands that fail, and truths that slide.
We chase the wind, we cling to clay,
And bow to things that fade away.

But hearts brought low begin to see—
No strength in self can set us free.
The idols fall, the noise grows dim,
And all that’s left… is only Him.

One God above, unshaken, true—
No rival stands, no equal due.
So let us kneel, let self depart,
And crown Him Lord of mind and heart.

-Ernest Gerald