Pride has been one of the crosses I have borne throughout my life.
In Parchment, Michigan, the pastor at Parchment United Methodist Church was able to help me recognize that pride prevented God from getting into my life. I was, and have always been, a goal oriented person with bulldog dedication and tenacity to reaching a goal. About six years afterward, pride was still on my mind. here’s how I felt about it.
BOUND BY THE CHAINS OF PRIDE
there have been people in this world
who have sought to demean me,
through ridicule and criticism,
to gain control of my life.
by striping me of self esteem,
my enemy rises to take advantage
in the battle to save myself and regain control,
i may lose my weapons,
but i cling steadfastly to my shield of pride.
and i guard myself from all sides,
watching as a sentry for any attack.
my vigilance rewards me,
as i focus on my self-center
until there’s a cocoon protecting me from losing all
and i triumph!
though i’ve lost the inner peace
that produces a joyful smile and a giving heart
i still have my pride!