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My Horse
by louis gander The course was very narrow, the trail, straight and long - I mosied on that perfect path where I could do no wrong. I kicked my big, white stallion, up rocky slopes one day - and when I made a clearing, I knew I'd found the way. And while I sat there on my faith, atop the highest hill - and as I peered on valley low, I judged folks all until - I found great fault in everyone no matter, great or small - so I could sit up highest on my saddle, straight and tall. I prayed; "Oh, those pathetic souls are hardly good for thee - for never are they good enough, unless are just like me. Just look at their bad habits, just look at all their stuff, and why don't they attend my church? They can't be good enough. They sin in many different ways, they fall in numbers too. They just don't understand that they - are not like me and You." Now after seeing others had wandered off the course - T'was then that I was knocked right off my high and mighty horse. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |