To whom, child, are you offering?
To self-glory, or to Me?
Acclaim? The world’s acceptance?
What gods do you really seek?
Yes, excellence may be a goal
As you work, create, and strive
Yet, who is that truly, deeply for?
For Me? Or for your pride?
The world demands you to conform
Rise above the churning fray
I’ve conquered all upon the cross
To free you in every way
So take My hand and walk with Me
My words the same yet new
My precious one, remember please
My offered Life for you