2018 Sonnet 58

I would celebrate confidence and pride
But too often it looks like arrogance.
Feels great, I know, when it’s growing inside,
It’s a way to go. It’s a marrow dance.

Once there was a rumble: To be humble
Was considered proper, even godly.
When the mountains crumble we will mumble
Of humility’s ability to sod me.

The problem is we whiz through life with blinders
On and never see the One above us.
Self-satisfied, never seekers, finders
Of the One who sent the Son to love us.

Pride in self? Instead, let’s admire the One
Whose handiwork we are, saved by the Son.

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