EGO, NOT BRUISED!

Honoring God Through Poetry

To all those by which offense,
was planned or tempted;
my ego has not been bruised.
My esteem comes from the LORD,
He’s the One Who spares me
being wrongly accused.

Contentment, it comes in recant
and keeps at bay, the ominous toll;
to instead bring a smile, recall the Word
and by need, remake me whole.

For it is possible with the Lord,
to soar above the convoluted,
and any kind of pain;
in true victory,
in the face of tears fallen,
by lone selfers seeking gain.

Looking to His Grand Fortress,
to cover me in this fight without a knife,
for He hides me to walk through fire;
with a shield not visible against strife.

For we are Christian soldiers;
strong against what does not relent--
fiercely wise enough to discern hypocrisy
of all sorts of wicked intent.

So give Him praise and glory!
For there is none like the one true Lord.
Live on your knees all you peoples,
and never forget to remember your swords!