RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Circling Pride - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Swallowing pride and stomping on egos of pride, circles
and pivots in arms of our minds, as we try to become
humble in our lives.
Striving for perfection and being cut down often by
human stubborness and sin, we each do the best we can
and hope we will be forgiven by God in time.
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