by J.L. Robins
I sing your praises Lord of the games!
Mortal son of Zeus turned god.
Bane of Hera, husband of her daughter,
You, who overcame her Twelve Labors
that you may prove yourself to all.
You are the champion of the small
the role model of the strong
a hero to us all.
Courage and strength are your gifts
to those that give you honor.
Mighty Herakles, you who held the weight of the sky
accept this humble prayer
that I may have the strength to hold myself.