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Vanity
Oh! What philosophies we spin,
that we might hide the reason for our being;
We spend our lives in the devils din,
intellectually speaking but never seeing.
Perfecting our speech to self promote,
and elevate ourselves in our own minds eye;
We belittle the ones whose own breast be smote,
who give homage to Him alone;
In achievements our selves to glorify,
lest in humility our sins be shown;
and value of self deny.
Conscience is but a foreign thought,
and right and wrong dare not be taught;
Lest in our mind the idea caught,
that we are not alone.
That there be purpose and design,
and in creation the truth is shown;
Our existence is but for the briefest time,
this reality being not our home.
When at the finish of the race,
with our ego kneeling low;
The Book is opened and states the case,
of which we can’t deny;
Why did we not accept His Son?
now all our soul can do is cry.
