Spiritual Journeys #2 |
Shall I speak? |
KentAshbyKorb Member
since 2013-05-05
Posts 99Nc USA |
Shall I speak quick? Do I dare? When I find my lips become my snare? My tongue produces glories fruit to feed Yet low I bow. My stomach aches from greed. The cost's of pride, I've gambled. Thus too soon I find I bare my fruit to ruin. Patients has its perfect work of virtue. Forgiveness works lest pride should prove to hurt you. Humility cannot be grasped but grasps And though pride can, she bites with fangs as asps. You branches who would bare the fruit Devine Of righteousness and life abide the vine. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Amen! He is the vine and we are the branches and, without him, our fruits, as I thought your poem brought out nicely, pride and greed, get to smelling pretty gosh darn stinky rotten. Enjoyed! |
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