All About Me
Sometimes it is easier for me to express thoughts poetically. For those who do not like the rhyming poetic style, I apologize. It is just the way I am wired.
In this piece, the thoughts of each line comfortably goes on to the next, forming continuing sentences which could easily start from any line.
In recalling a recent conversation with a talented and intelligent individual with plans to conquer their neck of the woods, I found it easier to communicate with this:
ALL ABOUT ME
Thinking I’m special is not new you’ll agree
Daily I proclaim my goodness with glee
Making sure others fail not to see
I’m so much better than most in life’s sea
Who are drowning in their own rotten debris
Despite their pitiful and mournful plea
My talents and skills are of greater degree
If they grow flowers, I’ll grow a tree
Would they achieve greatness to decree?
My response will make them bow the knee
I flit, I float, I glide and I ski
Surely there’s none as marvelous as me!
The sadness of this verse ‘tis true
There’s not another just like you
For God designed you in love to do
All you are blessed with hitherto
Strength and cunning and your clever ado
Was purposed to improve as you grew
No one else will ever fit your shoe
Nor achieve all the honors you will accrue
But He purposed for your breaking through
To glorify Him and let others renew
The praises and worship He is due
When His love became the best you ever knew
Yet at this moment it’s looking pretty grim
For you can’t be His if you’re filled to the brim
When you and your pride are out on a limb
The light of His presence grows mighty dim
Your heart is His goal where He wants to swim
He’s paid for the forgiveness you need from Him
So don’t keep Him waiting out on the rim
See Him as great treasure and yourself as slim
Know Him as your God and invite Him in
The roughness and edges that He needs to trim
Will disappear as He molds you proper and prim
Then rejoice in the Lord, singing out a new hymn
So it is okay to be all about me if we’re all about Him.
Otherwise, the what’s it all about, looks pretty grim.
SMHG John