poetomachia

We come before you
with words insufficient
We bring before you
meager gifts unworthy
We fall before you
a will broken by the world
We show before you
a crumbling temple

We come before you
with our sacrifice
We bring before you
all of our time
We fall before you
putting our broken past behind
We show before you
our empty hands

We come before you
with the only gift we have
We bring before you
our whole lives
We fall before you
with a throne for the taking
We show before you
praise in reflection