Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help
It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today
It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask
Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender.
It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights
Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine.
No pity, no compassion
Just selfish, rude emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many.
It craves full attention
Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again.
The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes
Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
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