The heart of man does strive for accolades,
For fleeting wealth and power in a name,
Not reck'ning that misleading treasure fades
And new-found power leads to tarnished shame.
But we were never made for earthly fame—
A filthy pile of rocks that counts for naught.
See there in Heav'n a prized eternal frame
Of Glory that His Son for us has bought.
Not fame but Glory in His Son we're shaped and wrought.
- D. Benning
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