1 Timothy 6:11 

The Good Confession

11 But you, O man of God, flee these things and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness.

Pretense

Convince yourself of godliness and follow that direction

Write your own gospel as you are moving all alone

Imagine your destiny ... mold it into perfection

as your eyes are glued on self and dry up to the bone

To appear special in your own eyes brings futility

Somewhere along the line, you need the support of others

Many tears are cried ... to one’s own perplexity

as one grows in emptiness for no one seems to bother

Many appear around us who seem to have the answers

Are they too blind to sense ... the condition they are in?

Imprisoned by “full of self” ... that’s growing like cancer?

Yes in their lives of pretense ... they sink to where they’ve been

Jan Wienen