All Born Brats
Blessed newborn suckles sweetly
At dear Mother’s ready breast.
Demanding – Feed Me! Change Me! Burp Me!
Why would you think you need to rest?
Bossy toddler throws a tantrum,
Challenging everyone in sight.
Spank Me! Coax Me. Give Me a cookie?
“No! I don’t want to go night-night.”
Grumpy, grumbling, growing child –
Family outing to a far away place.
“I hate to travel! Aren’t we there yet?
My icky sister’s in my space!”
In between – testy pre-teen,
Trying so hard to be full-grown.
“What you think is so old-fashioned.
This is my life; I’m on the throne!”
“I’ve places to go and people to see.
You’ve chores for me – first this, then that.
My social life is suffering!
Why are you looking at me like I’m a brat?”
“Why are these children being like this?”
Whines the peevish parent, puzzled.
What about My reputation?
Could I just have these kids muzzled?
The unfortunate truth: We are all born brats.
Self-centered slaves to our whims we will be,
Unless flesh is subdued and put to the test
Of learning this truth: It’s not all about Me!
But all is not lost – we’re not left on our own
This great truth to discover and apply.
There was One greater than we, Who went to a tree,
And for our freedom from self He did die!
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