The Deadly Sin of Pride
A virus-like vice infects us all,
Tis the sin that made Lucifer fall.
like a canker hidden from sight,
It destroys the soul like a blight.
When in others this sin we detect,
Our hearts assume a loathing aspect.
For few they are that ever suspect,
that this very vice their heart infect.
The deeper the loathing on your part,
the greater the pride within your heart.
This utmost evil and viral vice,
from the soul, extracts a hefty price.
Pride leads to sins of every kind.
It is the true Godless state of mind.
The proud is never pleased with the best,
He must always be above the rest.
A proud person pursues power,
As an addict, for drugs scour.
The one who stands out in a crowd,
Is made an enemy by the proud.
God is the enemy of the proud,
For He with all power is endowed.
The proud to no one will ever bow,
To his vain self, he has made this vow.
So, beware lest pride sneak up on you,
and pervades everything you do.
Because once pride takes root in your heart,
Only God can make it depart.
Copyright © David Richmond | Year Posted 2023
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