toward one another, because, 'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'" - 1 Peter 5:5
Pride, how perilous it is!
The Prince of pride
would pull us places
which seem privy,
which principle alone
would plead against.
In the prime of life,
the price of pride
is prison,
a privation of privilege
and prize.
O Prophet, Printer of life's pages,
prepare us for Your presence.
Predictor of predicaments,
press us to the precipice,
paint us on Your paper
O Priest of peoples!
We plead for patience!
Progress pauses, pinched by pride--
Pare us with precision,
preclude the predator!
Primogenitor, Principate,
Principal of principle,
Pluck us from this path
the prim and proper prance.
Plant us in Your park.
O Paschal Lamb,
preeminent in power,
we praise Your precious promises.
Produce purity in us
to proclaim Your primacy.
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