For quite a while I cried
In utter failure after I tried
Unable to accept further defeat
I resorted to a little cheat
My good conscience I did ignore
Just to gain a new high score
Thought I’d be happy at the end
But then I cried and cried some more
It wasn’t even a topic I really cared about
But I pitched in to talk and then started to shout
Was told by loved ones to pipe down and keep mum
But such wisdom is wasted on deaf ears of the dumb
Did all this to give my own ego a boost
All those who looked on were thoroughly bemused
The debate then decided to turn and head south
As I ended my rant with my foot in my mouth
I felt that I was good
By doing the things I should
And avoiding the tempters snare
But was taken quite unaware
With the notion of the thought
That I didn’t sin at all
Within some Pride got caught
And that was my downfall
I read my Bible each night
Hoping to be like Christ
With sheer will and might
‘Twas a sure-shot way to fail
But God’s loving grace abound
For He would rather have me be
Living in life new-found
As a saved, repentant, Pharisee
Copyright © 2013 by Abuttan Thomas. All rights reserved.
Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment. ~Anon.
