I Don't Understand This Pride Thing - Poem by Dexsta Ray
Be lowly, in truth, no contradicting that
Exalt the Scriptures to the Highest
Praise the Spirit
Facts are rigid
And no downplaying that
And this retinue... Worthy
Because of weakness of my flesh
I'm a bit disturbed
Ain't looking for no pity at all
I hope some answers shine
For now I'm humble
Though I didn't know I pampered pride
I used to have a confidence problem
At times, I'm still shaky
But found solutions through the Truth and then it'd build greatly
Pride and confidence
I never could tell the difference
Though the picture ain't that hard to understand
I know description of the humbling experience
My life is stuck to God
To watch my words
Even though the wicked conquer mine
I'd ask a bunch of times from my concubine
What to do?
When your last bit of essence is your rubble too?
Feeling through the tests and serious lessons
By a fault of my own
For thinking nothing good
Not understanding just how deep the spiritual goes
And how, sometimes, the words you say
Surely, mirror the soul
See, now it ain't no other way
Obey Him or you gone
I owe my life to Jesus Christ so I'm clear on the goal
But what befuddles me
The muddled scene
Is how to stay a covered being
If what I bring is cut up, steamed, and dumped as something plumbers clean
As my shadow's been tossed
Around through hurtful words
Not my image
But the craft, and divergent verse
Which is like my lifeline
Who like dying?
Not a person
Satan comes for that and I try to keep my pot from burning...
Because if that happened...
I'd be ravished by lots of curses
But it's captioned backwards, as flak is, to those who got discernment
I'm crafting pride and a glob of burdens
Trying to protect what is clean, to me, and just got it dirty...
What left to do?
I must repent...
Pray the Father hears me
So personal, the serpent hits, but still I got to veer it
And cannot speak although I'm pinned
Lest I opt the Spirit out! That's a problem!
Since we need the Spirit now!
I'm intertwined between the two
What if the means to keep it true is exactly what is frowned upon
But still believed in too?
How you know if it's a ground from God or something people do?
When you know you're hearing down from God but stomped by evil too?
Pride is such a demon, true
I don't want it around
It's hard to build stuff and watch the devil bombing it down
With no mumbling sound
Everything you put your heart into...
Lord, forgive my pride
I don't want to hear depart from You
When you are prideful... God will humble you
Be vigilant though...
Sometimes, there may not be anything wrong with
Your tribulation may be the result of
Tremendous demonic effort
To STOP GOD'S plan for your life
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