The Worst, Among Us
There’s something special about the meek;
much like the flower, they wilt;
when confronted; they can’t stand the heat;
readily confessing their guilt.
Although, they’re guilty of pride and sin;
their soul is a seed of the divine;
inside that soul; there’s a judge, within;
it’s a part of the Master’s design.
Others hold the meek with little regard;
to bullies; they’re grist for the mill;
regarding them as cowards is a canard;
within them, lies the Master’s will.
Those full of pride are the first to judge;
their own guilt lies buried within;
from first impressions; they never budge;
they’re the real masters of sin.
The worst, among us; think they’re best;
for them, the Master still died;
only humility passes God’s test;
God demands the death of pride.
Sometimes the meek are devoid of love;
because of how they’ve been treated;
still, God’s mercy rains down from above;
his love shall not be defeated.
God often takes the worst, among us;
even the prodigals of rejection;
ones, full of hate; or prisoners of lust;
sculpting them into perfection.
Monty 1.18.26. # 3,153