The Failure of My Pride
THE FAILURE OF MY PRIDE
I’ve built a tower of clay.
To look down on you all day
For surely I am better
Than you could be ever
crack
Deep down I know this is false
My reas’ning melts as frozen malts
Slowly my tower begins to crack
Still I look on what you lack
Crack!
Burning Desire for success
Cant be filled with something less
Still it burns inside me daily
Its satisfied in God only
CRACK!
There is a sound of a rumble
My tower begins to crumble
I built it so very high.
But I jump out with a sigh
BOOM
My tall tower is fallen down
I lay broken on the ground
You call the Shepard to help
I cant resist nor give yelp
shhhhh
A whisper
A calm
A Peace
All that Humility bring
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