He Shall Be Called
A Name
“His name shall be called…”
A great statement of His glory.
Yet immediately we reason,
Let’s compare it to your story.
Many problems loom large.
Deafening sound takes the stage.
Often wronged in the attempts.
Your own advice, you are the sage.
We’re hard at life, trying
To keep from playing the fool.
But, it seems, as saying goes,
You’re whipped like a rented mule.
We see the world a worry,
That great misuse of imagination ours.
Expecting all the worst.
Any unseen good only jars.
Quiet in learned helplessness.
It’s always two steps back.
Blame, that great excuser,
Used as a daily hack.
Conceit, that great disease,
Affecting everyone but the carrier.
Changing truths to fit our wants.
Outcomes couldn’t be scarier.
Smearing lines to get ahead.
Or, behold, the over analyzer;
Fitting obscure things together,
It is the great paralyzer.
Comparison, “Is this the best?”
That great thief of joy.
Fear, the great what if,
Satan’s perfect envoy.
Pride, the great enabler,
Seeing you deserve much more.
There’s always a thing to criticize.
There’s always a complaint in store.
You could do it but why bother,
'The mirth of it won’t last',
Regret, brings on sadness.
That great placeholder to the past.
Discouragement, that great crippler,
'Nothing ever has the good outcome'.
Or you have everything in life.
It feels so nice to beat that drum.
To the sum then; Everlasting Father,
Wonderful, Prince of Peace,
Counselor, and Mighty God,
Will straying never cease?
Alas, tis a simple question;
Where does your power stem?
These, His names, are thus written.
Oh, but what do you call Him?
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