We look upon the Pride of man
With all his powers combined;
Where pride and arrogance here ran,
-Through all the earth do find;

'Twas Pride that brought the old worlds down,
But still, this beast lives on;
When there, incurred God's right'ous frown,
- In time, those worlds were gone.

There, many nations, kings and priests
Fast perished in their Pride;
Thus showed themselves less than the beasts
When on this wind did ride.

The mounts of Pride our hands hath built,
In which we now would hide;
Their Rocks again has found our guilt
- Of that which we confide;

These rocks are heaped upon a pile,
And crumbled into dust;
A silent warning all the while,
When we make Pride our trust.

God's suff'ring still is waiting here
Where Pride doth yet abound;
Should they not rather stand in fear
With faces to the ground?

Their evil deeds they won't forsake-
From these can't turn away;
Their laws and ways themselves they make -
To human wisdom pray;

Vain Pride in self, they've made their god,
And worship this, their Will;
And bow to that which's a mere clod,
Their own desires to fill.

Must they be brought then to the place
Where they will fin'lly cry;
To see God's word has been fulfilled,
In omens from the sky?

Bow down ye nations! bow ye down!
And cease from all your pride;
Lest in your Pride you too shall drown,
Where all therein has died.

*Copyright Sept 13, 2001

O. Allen Bailey