Pride is the lies we talk to ourselves and contrive on the inside.
Priorities laid out and plans are made, to craft a self fulfilling charade.
A complex web within our personality, framed to tame,
But carefully examine what remains. and you can sight her, spun by our own black widow insider.
Darkness shades the recluse, ready to pounce and bring the abuse.
Translucent chains, bind and affect our brains, fangs full of venom, poison leaking through them.
Pride lashes out, to flash and to boil, while truth causes the ego to recoil,
If left to its own devices, our soul it will spoil, to thrash in pain – constant turmoil.
The pride fight within is self vs God.
It might sound odd, you don’t hear many preaching how life is so deceiving.
Eyes locked in a mirror’s gaze, pierce the soul to the core, to see how dark is the heart to explore.
We cover up, camouflage reality with our cultured personality.
Our masks are a work of art, especially when we all buy in – to act our part.
Look at mine, its cold, calculated, manipulating fun, not the reality one.
Buried beneath was the guy called me, silent and scared of scrutiny.
But Christ lead the mutiny, and brought peace within, a space previously covered in sin.
Now swept clean, the real me, can be – finally seen.
I’m raw, passionate, empathetic, its true.
Caring, compassionate, fun loving and adventurous too.
I won’t play the world’s game, yup I’m no longer a goner, playing and reigning from my own little corner.
I bought the deception, the very conception, that we’re just mistakes, a random contraption.
Survival of the fittest, me vs the…you know the caption.
If that’s the case where does humanity enter the game? Consciousness isn’t all that plain.
Even psychologists and philosophers find it hard to explain.
So let’s call it awareness as I paint on this easel, awareness of our value as people.
So where does that come from? What is its source?
Value can’t come from self, there had to be an outside force.
If a rock is laying on the ground, where’s the value? The fact that is is found?
No, the value would be when that rock flies from a sling, to kill the giant that tried to threaten a king.
Value is a gift wrapped up in our purpose, demonstrated when God became man, when He choose to serve us.
Love is a choice, and in my free will I rejoice!
I choose to carry my cross, man-handle it like a hoss, following the one true Boss.
He was supposed to be 6ft under, covered in moss.
But He resurrected, the out come only prophecy expected.
Seated in heaven on the throne, where His glory is shown.
But it can’t be reached on our own.
Not by my deeds, blinded by pride, but by grace and love.
The true soil that grows seeds into trees, bearing the fruit of the Spirit.
Only available to those who get down on weary knees, not in defeat, the lying pride, but in surrender as He renders in His kingdom, and with it will come my lasting & eternal freedom!
One Truth. One Spirit. One Way.