The wisest of men have no time
to look at themselves, to see what they’d find.
They are the best at all that they do.
Much better than the simpletons, like me and you.
Talk over us, they will.
Our words are just noise.
We are not worthy of these great despots of poise.
Lean into their wisdom–
you may miss what they say
as they share all the secrets
of their flawless way.
“Aren’t they the best?!”
“They know everything!”
These words, you now speak
since you’ve crowned them your king.
Have you forgotton
where true wisdom is found?
Did you ever stop to acknowledge
who wears the real crown?
Pride will not let them–and now you–see what’s real.
You’ve relied on the foolishness of the world
and the transience of how you feel.
God made a way to know
more than the wise,
but most turn their backs to Him
and won’t open their eyes.
They look to the universe
and claim that with it, they are one.
“God is not real”, they say…
The argument is won.
One day, the wise is dying,
and they are afraid of the pain.
They cry out to…God…?
Not the universe they’d claimed?
Something was pushing
and pulling, before this.
Now, they lie dying,
shaking their fists.
God was just waiting
for them to see Him,
pushing and pulling,
but they wouldn’t receive Him.
It was not a “wise” choice.
Wouldn’t you say?
Rejecting His truth
may hurt you someday.
“The foolishness of God is wiser than men,
and the weakness of God is stronger.”
Perhaps the ego you carry around
should not remain any longer?
So, wise one, how wise are you?
Do you truly think that you’re esteemed?
Stop and acknowledge the God of all,
and humbly be redeemed.
I pray that you know
the universe will not save.
I pray you know Christ and His Spirit
before you hit that dark grave.