Diag - Nose - Poem by Richard Merrell
If I look down my nose
I find a sickness I can't hide
For when I look down my nose -
I'm sufffering from pride.
And when I point the finger
It's then I start to harp
And complain about the brethren
My finger's getting sharp!
So I think I will repent
Let others do the hunt
I shall not look down my nose
My finger I'll keep blunt.
For the ones who point the finger
And like looking down their nose;
Are the ones that God doth hate -
And the Scripture doth oppose.
The Bible tells us this,
'Then shalt thou call,
the Lord shall say, here I am.
If you stop pointing the finger.'
That's all! ! !
read Isaiah 58
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