The Proud
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
Only selfish emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many
It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation
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.
'Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.'
(Proverbs 16: 18)
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Sunday, April 26,2009
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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