Crown of
feathers at your feet
fading in the
sands of time
my best a pile
of "righteous" dust
ill-equipped to
make the climb
into your Holy
presence
where eternal
treasures lay
trusting my
strength and trophies
proves a futile
hopeless way.
Each plume a
proud memorial
of some
accomplished deed
set upon my head
at times
for every eye
to read.
Oh Lord please
help me to perceive
my victories and
pains,
as what they are
in heaven's eyes,
eternal loss and
gains.
Then daily help
me reckon
every trophy as
a loss,
unless it brings
you glory,
and keeps me
kneeling at the cross.
To showcase this exquisite sculpture, Chris ultimately decided to install it
on a large 7' base of
juniper and alabaster creating an entirely new perspective.