Humility
Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
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