Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Vanity (11/15/18)
TITLE: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
By Dave Walker
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I wonder who can better me
I've been there, done that, seen it all
Of fame, I'm the epitome.
Mirror,mirror on the wall
Can't you see how good I am
Winter, springtime, summer, fall
Always, I'm a self made man.
Born to rule, my father said
Fed me with a silver spoon
I'm the king, now that he's dead
Now they all dance to my tune.
People say that God's alive
If He was, I'd surely know
I've not needed Him to thrive
I've not needed Him to grow.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who needs God when you've got me?
Pride, they say precedes a fall
Yet I'm standing as you see.
Standing on the throats of men
Who opposed me, challenged me
That's the only way to win
Bind them up so I'll be free.
Mary says I'm arrogant
Full of pride and vanity
That it's to my detriment
That my words are blasphemy.
Yet she likes our Cadillacs
Loves our country houses too
So enjoys her facial packs
And manicures when she feels blue.
Born into the upper class
Cannot help but make one vain
Cream of all the toppest brass
Is bound to cause one some disdain.
When I see the beggar man
Who hangs about beside my gate
I overlook him 'cos I can
Not my problem, not my fate.
Though I'm getting old and frail
I've creature comforts all around
I know I'm close to death's dark vale
Yet still the accolades resound.
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Where am I? I'm hearing groans
And shouts of torment all around
Agony rips through my bones
Screams and cries of pain abound.
I am aflame with heat and thirst
A knife is twisting in my chest
My bloated bowel's about to burst
I am undone, I am accursed.
Is that you, God? You're really there?
And the beggar's by Your side?
Please send him to me over here
I'm burning up, my tongue has dried.
If he would give me just a drop
To wet my tongue, moisten my lips
I sorely need this thirst to stop.
The pain inside me tears and rips.
"The rift between us is too great
You've had your chance to show My love
This beggar sat right by your gate
Yet all you gave him was a shove.
And now there is a chasm wide
That separates the two of you
He cannot cross the great divide
To bring respite from what you're due.
For vanity does have its price
You cannot see Me when you're vain
The humble man will seek My face
The proud one treats Me with disdain."
Then let my life a lesson be
To him who looks with vanity
Upon the man more poor than he
The downcast of humanity.
His riches, health and social class
Are surely just a gift from God
God's generous heart should make him gasp
With humble thanks unto the Lord
And see his status as a chance
To bless those not as blessed as him
With more than just a second glance.
To treat them as God's treated him.
From Abraham until this time
God's teaching us a lesson true
His goal has always been the same
We're blessed to be a blessing too.
If pride tempts you to take the praise
And makes your ego rise and swell
Repent, acknowledge God's kind ways
Or else you could land up in hell!
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