A righteous legacy is not hidden, nor does it fade with time. Like the rainbow stretched across the heavens after the storm, it stands as a witness — bold, beautiful, and enduring. It speaks long after voices fall silent. It shines long after footsteps have vanished from the earth.
Such a legacy is not built overnight; it is formed in the quiet choices of integrity, in the sacrifices unseen, in the faithfulness when no one is watching. It is cultivated in truth, watered by love, and strengthened by obedience to God.
Like the bow in the sky, a righteous legacy is a sign — a reminder to future generations of God’s promises and faithfulness. It tells a story: that light can follow darkness, that peace can follow storms, that God remembers, and that those who walk in His ways will not be forgotten.
The world may forget achievements. Fame may fade. Riches may pass away. But a legacy rooted in righteousness endures — because it is not built on man’s applause but on God’s approval. It is not limited by time but stretches into eternity.
This legacy becomes a covering for children, a guide for wanderers, a testimony to strangers, and a blessing to generations yet unborn. Like the rainbow after rain, it reminds all who see it: God keeps His promises, and He honors those who honor Him.
For a righteous legacy is never lost — it arches across the sky of history, calling hearts to hope, to faith, and to the enduring beauty of a life well-lived before God.
The Bow of Legacy
A righteous life leaves lines of gold,
Not written in stone, nor bought, nor sold.
But traced across the endless sky,
A witness bright, a banner high.
It rises after storms have passed,
A covenant designed to last.
A silent song, a living thread,
That tells of all the words once said.
It’s built in choices day by day,
In love that will not drift away.
In truth that stands when others fall,
In faith that answers heaven’s call.
Like colors stretched from end to end,
A legacy that will not bend.
It shines for children yet to be,
It speaks of hope they’ll one day see.
Not wealth, nor fame, nor fleeting praise,
Can match the light a life conveys.
For hearts that walked in God’s delight,
Will leave behind a bow of light.
And every eye that looks above,
Will see the mark of grace and love.
A promise painted through the rain,
That righteousness is never vain.
So live to leave what time can’t steal,
A legacy both true and real.
A bow that arches through the years,
Unfolding joy, outlasting tears.
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