Pride
Lord,
Help us gather our pride,
and from our vocabularies sift.
Oft used words, me and I,
hastily casting both adrift.
For prideful words are as fuel,
propelling our souls toward Hell.
Leaving many to perish,
while under pride's spell.
As we examine hearts, and words,
We should readily see,
that it isn't we or I,
But that old pronoun thee.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2009
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