by Ronald Jenkins
(WINTER HAVEN, FL. USA)
Hear my Lord, I must write, a tale of selfish pride,
It lives with us, in the world, posterity, a downward slide.
Adorn yourself, a lavished life, the flesh unstinting lust,
Self-esteem and dignity consumes you, it’s a must.
Quest the new culture; pleasant world such delight,
Popular connections fade prudence, from your sight.
Just a hint of humbleness, a window in your heart,
Will give God a worthy reason, to instill a healthy start.
Enjoy the toys and things acquired; take them to the grave,
The playground without Gods Kingdom will be your final rave.
Open up that window wide, the choice he gave up blood,
Have mercy that you find pure truth adhered to murky mud.
This selfish pride you so embrace, is but a shred of fear,
Relinquish natural yearnings, for the dissolute brings a tear.