Standing for the Creator
We work all day in this corporal life
Pulled between hunger and heavenly strife
Never asking, what’s the game?
’Cause every blow feels just the same
Everything sent us is meant to mend
The shattered will the heart must send
Not to escape, not to defend,
But face the place where cracks must bend
No running off when strength runs thin,
No holy mask to hide the sin
When faith goes dry and hope feels dead,
We stand on what the sages said
No bargain struck, no deal for light,
Just choosing truth in endless night
The work is done where no one sees,
Between the fear and bent knees
Each breath a vow we never said,
Each step a prayer the ego bled
Not crowned below, not marked by fame,
But known Above—by standing in His Name
Not seen by day, not praised by way,
Yet lighting worlds by how we stay
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