My Pride Subdued

I simply stumbled when I saw I fumbled; With my strength I struggled to come over the trouble But I end up building up more tackles. I've said, '...well...with my knowledge.., though little.' Diverting the people's attention from God's temple. Some too, joggled after me like dull bulls. I talked as if I were a guru. Deep within I knew I was feeble- Not able, even to solve a simple riddle. But then, I would save my ego too Any way before the people. Some handed over to me the praises' mantle- an example. Again, deep within I knew it is an attribute Meant only for the incomparable. Others simply mumbled; In climax they gathered words to make me lockable With their sort of verbal battle. I thought they weren't faithful (to me). Somehow, I called them rebels One said, ' High praises-for God only. For you- unimaginable !' 'Of course not for me ! ' , I rumbled. At that, Omniscience must have giggled. 'Save my face, I wore my goggle. That day, the crowd were muddled. So, I quickly jumbled within the rabble; Then I left them, though I still bubbled- I couldn't settle. And doing that I was gentle 'Cause some already have in their hands broken marbles; Ready to crush me down with their serious pebbles. I would have been crumbled ! My condition would have been horrible and terrible. I would have been in bogus trouble ! I knew God was not baffled; Lucifer did that and was severely disabled. Father might have seen mine as a mere twinkle; He could still do a sanctioning in the next jiffy. I just realized my foible... He took me back - I was forgivable ! A surprise - I was acceptable and receivable ! Never again will I be pride-gullible. May God help me always to be humble.