"Shun Pride, And Forgive"
Continuing my choices, obscuring my sight.
Too foolish to open, my heart to the light.
"My privilege, my freedom, my choice!" I decry.
Masking with pride, my declaration, a lie.
My arms crossed tightly, my head held high.
Perfectly knowing, "there's no mote in my eye!"
Consequences unwanted, "It's not my despair."
I feel relief, for no longer I care.
Mistakes of others, "Their pain is their own!"
"I did not choose it! They must face it alone!"
Constraining my actions, resisting what's right.
Restraining the promptings, I continue to fight.
Thinking I am happy, with my false found relief.
I move forward insisting. "I now walk in peace."
Pounding and prompting the words filter in.
My mind then reminds me. "Are you without sin?"
"Did I leave you? Forsake you? For the numerous times,
You acted blindly, self-serving, and even unkind?"
"Did I scorn you, rebuff you, and leave you alone?"
"Or did I lift you, hold you, and love you as my own?"
"Forgive him, love him, someday he'll see too!"
"What marvelous gifts, are to be shared with you!"