The Proud Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help

It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today

It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask

Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender

It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights

Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine

No pity, no compassion
Only selfish emotions

It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many

It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation

Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again

The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes

Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.





'Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.'
(Proverbs 16: 18)



'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4



by Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello
Sunday, April 26,2009