The Measure of a Man

He stood so tall, the people’s pride,

A king in flesh, but dead inside.

The world sees crowns, the world sees height,

But heaven scans the heart for light.

Not the sword, not the frame,

Not the echoes of their name.

Heaven’s eyes don’t weigh like ours,

They search the soul, not battle scars.

The measure of a man ain’t the strength of his hands,

Not the weight of his words or the gold in his plans.

The Lord looks deeper, past skin and past sand,

Measuring hearts by the scars of His hands.

Seven sons, all strong and sure,

Yet none could bear the crown secure.

A shepherd boy, unarmed, unseen,

Yet grace had marked him for the King.

Not the sword, not the frame,

Not the echoes of their name.

Heaven’s eyes don’t weigh like ours,

They search the soul, not battle scars.

The measure of a man ain’t the strength of his hands,

Not the weight of his words or the gold in his plans.

The Lord looks deeper, past skin and past sand,

Measuring hearts by the scars of His hands.

Not the tallest, not the strongest,

Not the ones the world had promised.

But the ones who kneel, the ones who trust,

The ones whose hearts are shaped by dust.

Not the tallest, not the strongest,

Not the ones the world had promised.

But the ones who kneel, the ones who trust,

The ones whose hearts are shaped by dust.

The measure of a man ain’t his kingdom or stand,

Not the praise of the crowd or the reach of his hand.

The Lord looks deeper, past skin and past sand,

Measuring hearts by the scars of His hands.

So let the mighty boast no more,

For grace has chosen something more

A heart that bends, a soul that yields,

A love that fights on unseen fields.